"There's something I've mist, mist, mist," Said the Fog, As he bent down over, and peered around, His eyes on the ground, As he crept, crept, crept. Over meadow and forest, city and bog. "I insist, I insist. There's something I've mist, mist, mist. It's something or other, I don't know what; I used to know, but forgot ''" forgot. So I'll creep, creep, creep, While the folks are asleep. And 111 look in the comers, and everywhere. To see if it's there. When I find it, my memory wi11 get a Jog; I shall know it, sure," Said the Fog. "What's all that nonsense I hear?" Said Policeman Sun, As he leaped with a chuckle into the day And fired away A regular broadside of bursting light. While the frightened Fog At a lively Jog Straightened up and betook him to flight: "What's all that muttering nonsense I hear? Some thieving, that's clear. There's nothing you've mist, I insist, But here's a thing you'll remember pat; Take that ''" that ''" that! You're a muddlehead. anyway, little worth; Get off of the earth! You'll not be mist when the day's began," Said Policeman Sun. |