THERE was a little Man, and he had a little Soul, And he said, "Little Soul, let us try, try, try, Whether it 's within our reach To make up a little Speech, Just between little you and little I, I, I, Just between little you and little I!" Then said his little Soul, Peeping from her little hole, "I protest, little Man, you are stout, stout, stout, But, if it 's not uncivil, Pray tell me what the devil Must our little, little speech be about, bout, bout, Must our little, little speech be about?" The little Man look'd big, With th' assistance of his wig, And he call'd his little Soul to order, order, order, Till she fear'd he'd make her jog in To jail like Thomas Croggan (As she wasn't Duke or Earl), to reward her, ward her, ward her, As she wasn't Duke or Earl, to reward her. The little Man then spoke, "Little Soul, it is no joke, For as sure as J -- cky F -- ll -- r loves a sup, sup, sup, I will tell the Prince and People What I think of Church and Steeple, And my little patent plan to prop them up, up, up, And my little patent plan to prop them up." Away then, cheek by jowl, Little Man and little Soul Went and spoke their little speech to a tittle, tittle, tittle, And the world all declare That this priggish little pair Never yet in all their lives look'd so little, little, little, Never yet in all their lives look'd so little! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON by GEOFFREY CHAUCER FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE TO ELIZABETH, COUNTESS OF RUTLAND by BEN JONSON PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS |