Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday. Squinting he was, On cross-legs bent, Never heeding The wind was spent. Round veered the weathercock, The sun drew in -- And stuck was Jim Like a rusty pin. . . . We pulled and we pulled From seven till twelve, Jim, too frightened To help himself. But all in vain. The clock struck one, And there was Jim A little bit gone. At half-past five You scarce could see A glimpse of his flapping Handkerchee. And when came noon, And we climbed sky-high, Jim was a speck Slip -- slipping by. Come to-morrow, The neighbours say, He'll be past crying for: Poor Jim Jay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER PROMETHEUS UNBOUND; A LYRICAL DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LONELY WALK by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |