" 'TRA la la la— See me dance the polka,' Said Mr. Wagg like a bear, 'With my top hat And my whiskers that— (Tra la la la) trap the Fair. Where the waves seem chiming haycocks I dance the polka; there Stand Venus' children in their gay frocks,— Maroon and marine,—and stare To see me fire my pistol Through the distance blue as my coat; Like Wellington, Byron, the Marquis of Bristol, Buzbied great trees float. While the wheezing hurdy-gurdy Of the marine wind blows me To the tune of Annie Rooney, sturdy, Over the sheafs of the sea; And bright as a seedsman's packet With zinnias, candytufts chill, Is Mrs. Marigold's jacket As she gapes at the inn door still, Where at dawn in the box of the sailor, Blue as the decks of the sea, Nelson awoke, crowed like the cocks, Then back to the dust sank he. And Robinson Crusoe Rues so The bright and foxy beer,— But he finds fresh isles in a negress' smiles,— (The poxy doxy dear,) As they watch me dance the polka,' Said Mr. Wagg like a bear, 'In my top hat and my whiskers that,— Tra la la la, trap the Fair. Tra la la la la— Tra la la la la— Tra la la la la la la la La La La!' " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION ELECTRIC LIGHT-VERSE by L. ALLEN BECK ON A VIOLA D'AMORE by MATHILDE BLIND A TRANSCRIPTION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CONTENTED MIND by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON |