OH, what have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond? There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond; Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed and my customers filled! Send us the beef first, good Mrs. Bond, And get us some ducks dressed out of the pond, Cry, Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed and my customers filled! John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two. Ma'am, says John Ostler, I'll try what I can do. Cry, Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed and my customers filled! I have been to the ducks that swim in the pond, But I found they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond; I cried, Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed any my customers filled! Mrs. Bond she flew down to the pond in a rage, With plenty of onions and plenty of sage; She cried, Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed and my customers filled! She cried, Little wag-tails, come and be killed, For you must be stuffed and my customers filled! Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed and my customers filled! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |