Of all the birds that ever I see, The owl is the fairest in her degree; For all the day long she sits in a tree, And when the night comes, away flies she: Te-whit te-whoo! to whom drink'st thou? Sir Knave, to you. This song is well sung I make you a vow, And he is a knave that drinketh now: Nose, nose, jolly red nose, And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Cinnamon, ginger, nutmegs, and cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |