Part 2 — AFTER ANDREW LANG

UNHAPPY is Bo-Peep, Her tears profusely flow, Because her precious sheep Have wandered to and fro, Have chosen far to go, For "pastures new" inclined, (See Lycidas)—and lo! Their tails are still behind! How catch them while asleep? (I think Gaboriau For machinations deep Beats Conan Doyle and Co.) But none a hint bestow Save this, on how to find The flocks she misses so— "Their tails are still behind!" This simple faith to keep Will mitigate her woe, She is not Joan, to leap To arms against the foe Or conjugate τὑρτω; Nay, peacefully resigned She waits, till time shall show Their tails are still behind! Bo-Peep, rejoice! Although Your sheep appear unkind, Rejoice at last to know Their tails are still behind! Anthony C. Deane.