BILLY'S ALPHABETICAL ANIMAL SHOW.

By James Whitcomb Riley

A was an elegant Ape

Who tied up his ears with red tape,

And wore a long veil

Half revealing his tail

Which was trimmed with jet bugles and crape.

B was a boastful old Bear

Who used to say,— “Hoomh! I declare

I can eat — if you'll get me

The children, and let me —

Ten babies, teeth, toenails and hair!”

C was a Codfish who sighed

When snatched from the home of his pride,

But could he, embrined,

Guess this fragrance behind,

How glad he would be that he died!

D was a dandified Dog

Who said,— “Though it's raining like fog

I wear no umbrellah,

Me boy, for a fellah

Might just as well travel incog!”

E was an elderly Eel

Who would say,— “Well, I really feel —

As my grandchildren wriggle

And shout‘ I should giggle’ —

A trifle run down at the heel!”

F was a Fowl who conceded

Some hens might hatch more eggs than she did,—

But she'd children as plenty

As eighteen or twenty,

And that was quite all that she needed.

G was a gluttonous Goat

Who, dining one day, table-d'hote,

Ordered soup-bone, au fait,

And fish, papier-mache,

And a filet of Spring overcoat.

H was a high-cultured Hound

Who could clear forty feet at a bound,

And a coon once averred

That his howl could be heard

For five miles and three-quarters around.

I was an Ibex ambitious

To dive over chasms auspicious;

He would leap down a peak

And not light for a week,

And swear that the jump was delicious.

J was a Jackass who said

He had such a bad cold in his head,

If it was n't for leaving

The rest of us grieving,

He'd really rather be dead.

K was a profligate Kite

Who would haunt the saloons every night;

And often he ust

To reel back to his roost

Too full to set up on it right.

L was a wary old Lynx

Who would say,— “Do you know wot I thinks?—

I thinks ef you happen

To ketch me a-nappin’

I'm ready to set up the drinks!”

M was a merry old Mole,

Who would snooze all the day in his hole,

Then — all night, a-rootin’

Around and galootin’ —

He'd sing “Johnny, Fill up the Bowl!”

N was a caustical Nautilus

Who sneered, “I suppose, when they've caught all us,

Like oysters they'll serve us,

And can us, preserve us,

And barrel, and pickle, and bottle us!”

O was an autocrat Owl —

Such a wise — such a wonderful fowl!

Why, for all the night through

He would hoot and hoo-hoo,

And hoot and hoo-hooter and howl!

P was a Pelican pet,

Who gobbled up all he could get;

He could eat on until

He was full to the bill,

And there he had lodgings to let!

Q was a querulous Quail,

Who said: “It will little avail

The efforts of those

Of my foes who propose

To attempt to put salt on my tail!”

R was a ring-tailed Raccoon,

With eyes of the tinge of the moon,

And his nose a blue-black,

And the fur on his back

A sad sort of sallow maroon.

S is a Sculpin — you'll wish

Very much to have one on your dish,

Since all his bones grow

On the outside, and so

He's a very desirable fish.

T was a Turtle, of wealth,

Who went round with particular stealth,—

“Why,” said he, “I'm afraid

Of being waylaid

When I even walk out for my health!”

U was a Unicorn curious,

With one horn, of a growth so luxurious,

He could level and stab it —

If you did n't grab it —

Clean through you, he was so blamed furious!

V was a vagabond Vulture

Who said: “I do n't want to insult yer,

But when you intrude

Where in lone solitude

I'm a-preyin’, you're no man o’ culture!”

W was a wild Woodchuck,

And you can just bet that he could “chuck”

He'd eat raw potatoes,

Green corn, and tomatoes,

And tree roots, and call it all “good chuck!”

X was a kind of X-cuse

Of a some-sort-o’ - thing that got loose

Before we could name it,

And cage it, and tame it,

And bring it in general use.

Y is the Yellowbird,— bright

As a petrified lump of star-light,

Or a handful of lightning-

Bugs, squeezed in the tight'ning

Pink fist of a boy, at night.

Z is the Zebra, of course!—

A kind of a clown-of-a-horse,—

Each other despising,

Yet neither devising

A way to obtain a divorce!

& here is the famous — what-is-it?

Walk up, Master Billy, and quiz it:

You've seen the rest of‘ em —

Ai n't this the best of‘ em,

Right at the end of your visit?