SONG OF ATTILA.

By Joseph Robert Wilson

I'll sing you a song about great Attila,

A mighty man was he.

He was King of the Huns, had seventy sons,

And daughters one hundred and three, three, three,

And daughters 1, 0, 3.

All nations vowed him a very fine fellow,

With them he could n't agree;

One Autumn so mellow, he conquered Torcello

A. D. four hundred and forty-three,

Anno Domini 4, 4, 3.

So he left a son to watch over the place,

Though round it flowed the sea,

And all over the place sprang the Kingly race

Of Torcellani — that's me, me, me,

Anno Domini 4, 4, 3.