"Perhaps," the little maiden said, "A lovely Princess would not wed Some Genii of high degree, And now she's prisoned in a bird Until we learn the magic word, And burn her plumes, and set her free." "Of course," said he, "that may be true,— But p'raps it's just a cockatoo From far-off Africa or Spain; But maybe, on its ocean trip It travelled in a pirate-ship Where gold was hid and men were slain!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |