Oh, it was a merry, gladsome day,
When the April Fool met the Queen of May;
She had roguish eyes and golden hair,
A Spider and a Centipede went out to take a walk;
The Centipede said frankly, 'I will listen while you talk,
There lived in ancient Scribbletown a wise old writer-man,
Whose name was Homer Cicero Demosthenes McCann.
Two shall be born the whole world wide apart,
And speak in different tongues, and pay their debts
In different kinds of coin; and give no heed
Each to the other's being. And know not
A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny:
Once there were some silly kittens,
And they knitted woolly mittens
To bestow upon the freezing Hottentots.
But the Hottentots refused them,
A kitten went a-walking
One morning in July,
And idly fell a-talking
With a great big butterfly.
There was an ambitious young eel
Who determined to ride on a wheel;
But try as he might,
He couldn't ride right,
There was a ridiculous Rat
Who was awfully puffy and fat.
'I'll carry,' he said,
'This plate on my head,