"Hi-diddle-diddle The cat and the fiddle"... I raised my head, And saw him seated on a heap of dead, Yelling the nursery-tune, Grimacing at the moon.... "And the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport And the dish ran away with the spoon." And, as he stopt to snigger, I struggled to my knees and pulled the trigger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 50. AL-BAHITH by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 11. THE GREEK POET IN ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES |