His Garden

And this is certain; if so be
You could just now my garden see,
The aspic of my flowers so bright
Would make you shudder with delight.
And if you vos to see my rozziz
As is a boon to all men's nozziz,--
You'd fall upon your back and scream--
"O Lawk! O criky! it's a dream!"

[from The Complete Nonsense Book,
edited by Lady Strachey, 1912, p. 429.
Etext prepared by Doug Love.]

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