THERE was a cruel darkey boy, Who sat upon the shore, A catching little fishes by The dozen and the score. And as they squirmed and wriggled there, He shouted loud with glee, "You surely cannot want to live, You're little-er dan me." Just then with a malicious leer, And a capacious smile, Before him from the water deep There rose a crocodile. He eyed the little darkey boy, Then heaved a blubbering sigh, And said, "You cannot want to live, You're little-er than I." The fishes squirm and wriggle still, Beside that sandy shore, The cruel little darkey boy, Was never heard of more. |