Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Home: III. Fun for Little Folk | | Sage Counsel | | Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch (1863–1944) |
| | | THE LION is the beast to fight, | |
| He leaps along the plain, | |
| And if you run with all your might, | |
| He runs with all his mane. | |
| I ’m glad I ’m not a Hottentot, | 5 |
| But if I were, with outward cal-lum | |
| I ’d either faint upon the spot | |
| Or hie me up a leafy pal-lum. | |
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| The chamois is the beast to hunt; | |
| He ’s fleeter than the wind, | 10 |
| And when the chamois is in front, | |
| The hunter is behind. | |
| The Tyrolese make famous cheese | |
| And hunt the chamois o’er the chaz-zums; | |
| I ’d choose the former if you please, | 15 |
| For precipices give me spaz-zums. | |
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| The polar bear will make a rug | |
| Almost as white as snow; | |
| But if he gets you in his hug, | |
| He rarely lets you go. | 20 |
| And Polar ice looks very nice, | |
| With all the colors of a pris-sum; | |
| But, if you ’ll follow my advice, | |
| Stay home and learn your catechissum. | | | | |
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