@3John Bullikins, my jo, John, We've known each other long. I've sometimes thought you right, John, And often thought you wrong. We've had our little tiffs, John; Yet, whether friend or foe, I've nursed a high regard for you, John Bullikins, my jo. John Bullikins, my jo, John, When all is said and done, A better friend than you, John, Is not beneath the sun. You've planted noble realms, John, Where men may freely grow; I wouldn't lose you for the world, John Bullikins, my jo. John Bullikins, my jo, John, What bunglers we have been! -- For I'm a bungler, too, John, Which makes us closer kin. We'll somehow blunder through, John; Then humbly we will go To school together, hand in hand, John Bullikins, my jo.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS THE KNIGHTS: THE POET AND HIS RIVALS by ARISTOPHANES WESTERN MORNING by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 4. FOR FRANCES ANN by ALBERTA BANCROFT |