Taking a turn after tea Through orchards of Mirabelea Where clusters of yellow and red Dangled and glowed overhead, Who should I see But old Timothy, Hale and hearty as hearty could be -- Timothy under a crab-apple tree. His blue eyes twinkling at me, Munching and crunching with glee And wagging his wicked old head, "I've still got a sweet-tooth," he said, "A hundred and three Come January, I've one tooth left in my head," said he -- Timothy under the crab-apple tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER LETHE. A BALLAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |