So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What! no soap? So he died, and she very imprudently married the Barber. And there were present the Picninnies, and the Jobillies, and the Garyulies, and the great Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can, till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY MY LOVE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL by WILLIAM BARNES PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |