Richard will meet you when you come;
He is the dearest thing.
At first you might think that he was dumb,
But if you stroke his golden tail
From left to right with your finger-nail,
Richard will silently sing.
He sings of the moon and shooting stars,
And “how I wonder what you ares,”
And all that kind of thing.
[Illustration: Black and white circular illustration featuring the name
"TIMOTHY" inside a dark round background, with a patterned, checkered
sleeve, a hand pointing right, a small animal head on the left, and
decorative, flowing curved elements extending from the top right.]