SONG OF ATILLA. (From “Lionardo, the Gondolier.”)

I’ll sing you a song about great Atilla, A mighty man was he. He was King of the Huns, had seventy sons, And daughters one hundred and three, three, three, And daughters 1, 0, 3. All nations vowed him a very fine fellow, With them he couldn’t agree; One Autumn so mellow, he conquered Torcello A. D. four hundred and forty-three, Anno Domini 4, 4, 3. So he left a son to watch over the place, Though round it flowed the sea, And all over the place sprang the Kingly race Of Torcellani—that’s me, me, me, Anno Domini 4, 4, 3.