A SORROW.
Reading edition
The White Rat died last night. We found him cold and stiff; We wrapped him warm and tight. In my best handkerchief. Jimmy marched on before, Bearing the poor dead Rat; Alice deep mourning wore, I had papa’s silk hat. Jimmy the sermon preached, Alice and I just cried. That was a noble speech, Worthy the Rat that died. We made him a tiny grave. Down in the shadow dim Where the willow hedge-rows wave We solemnly buried him. Jimmy and Alice and I Went sadly back to our play. But there’s a cloud in the sky, And a shade on the Shining Way.
