And when a pretty orange he did give,
He thought it was too sweet to live,
So he gave it to his dove
To ever sustain their love.
One day when all was merry,
He gave to her a cherry;
And he said she should not go,
For fear it would be slow.
First he began to tease,
Then he began to squeeze,
Until there was a muddle--
Soon afterwards a fuddle.
This realistic effort was received with rounds of applause. The next
poetic effort on the procrustean rhymes was by Miss Hayden, as follows: