Growing Up Is Such A Barbarous Business,

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

Some Day,' Said Smee, 'the Clock Will Run Down, And Then He'll Get You.' Hook Wetted His Dry Lips, 'aye,' He Said, 'that's The Fear That Haunts Me.

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

They Took It For Granted That If They Went He Would Go Also, But Really They Scarcely Cared. Thus Children Are Ever So Ready, When Novelty Knocks, To Desert Their Dearest Ones.

If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.