@3John Bullikins, my jo, John, We've known each other long. I've sometimes thought you right, John, And often thought you wrong. We've had our little tiffs, John; Yet, whether friend or foe, I've nursed a high regard for you, John Bullikins, my jo. John Bullikins, my jo, John, When all is said and done, A better friend than you, John, Is not beneath the sun. You've planted noble realms, John, Where men may freely grow; I wouldn't lose you for the world, John Bullikins, my jo. John Bullikins, my jo, John, What bunglers we have been! -- For I'm a bungler, too, John, Which makes us closer kin. We'll somehow blunder through, John; Then humbly we will go To school together, hand in hand, John Bullikins, my jo.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS |