The Proud Wishbone

The wishbone was a haughty thing And high he held his head; The Wing twins were but “common trash,” And Drumsticks too, he said. “It’s just as plain as anything “That this is so,” quoth he, “For there are two of each of them “But only one of Me.”

And when two children at the feast Each for the wishbone cried The Wishbone said “I told you so” And oh, he swelled with pride. They took him each one by a foot As children often do, Then each one gave a sudden tug And broke him right in two.

There was a dancing camel with a desert caravan; His driver was a busy and an un-esthetic man, Who made the camel work all day and gave him ne’er a chance To lay his heavy load aside and do a fancy dance.

But when they reached a city and heard street musicians play, The camel danced a step or two while jogging on his way, And quickly people thronged about to wonder and to stare, While the driver passed the hat and made his fortune then and there.

Young George Augustus William Bubb Was far too dignified To play at games like other boys— They grated on his pride. He did not know how kites are made, Nor how to play at ball, Nor how to skate, nor how to swim, Nor anything at all.

Said Mrs. Robin breathlessly “The frosts are nearly due, This moving south is troublesome, The baggage heavy, too.” Said Mr. Rob, “Oh, that’s all right, We’ll bill the baggage through.”