TWO PICTURES

THERE was a little fellow Who lived across the sea, His hair was brown and yellow As any honey-bee. Sometimes he was the smartest Of warriors in the van; He was a Bonapartist, And a Republican. A fort of cards he builded, Though now and then they slid; With ammunition filled it, Or made believe he did; And when the fort was wrought up, This little man amain His big artillery brought up, And blew it down again!

This little Bonapartist, Or, say, Republican, Would sometimes play the artist,— The busy little man! Sometimes he was untidy, Though often he was smart; He thought that he was mighty In many kinds of Art. He sat like any fixture, The drawing-board before; And, oh, to see the mixture Of colours on the floor! Such was this little fellow, Who lived across the sea, Whose hair was brown and yellow, Just like a honey-bee.

Seven-and-seventy mothers, This side of the sea, Said, “We know some others Quite as nice as he!” Seven-and-seventy brothers Said, “And so do we!” Seven-and-seventy sisters, Hearing this acclaim, Said to those young misters, “We think just the same.”