Here’s the Pyramid-car, with its splendor and flash, And the Goddess on high, in a hot-scarlet sash And a pen-wiper skirt!—O the rarest of sights Is this “Queen of the Air” in cerulean tights! Then the far-away clash of the cymbals, and then The swoon of the tune ere it wakens again With the capering tones of the gallant cornet That go dancing away in a mad minuet. The Circus!—The Circus!—The throb of the drums, And the blare of the horns, as the Band-wagon comes; The clash and the clang of the cymbals that beat, As the glittering pageant winds down the long street. FOLKS AT LONESOMEVILLE Pore-folks lives at Lonesomeville— Lawzy! but they’re pore! Houses with no winders in, And hardly any door: Chimbly all tore down, and no Smoke in that at all— Ist a stovepipe through a hole In the kitchen-wall! Pump ’at’s got no handle on; And no woodshed—And, _wooh!_— Mighty cold there, choppin’ wood, Like pore-folks has to do!— Winter-time, and snow and sleet Ist fairly fit to kill!— Hope to goodness _Santy Claus_ Goes to Lonesomeville! THE THREE JOLLY HUNTERS O there were three jolly hunters; And a-hunting they did go, With a spaniel-dog, and a pointer-dog, And a setter-dog also. Looky there! And they hunted and they hal-looed; And the first thing they did find Was a dingling-dangling hornet’s-nest A-swinging in the wind. Looky there! And the first one said—“What is it?” Said the next, “We’ll punch and see”: And the next one said, a mile from there, “I wish we’d let it be!” Looky there! And they hunted and they hal-looed; And the next thing they did raise Was a bobbin’ bunny cottontail That vanished from their gaze. Looky there! One said it was a hot base-ball, Zipped through the brambly thatch, But the others said ’twas a note by post, Or a telegraph-dispatch. Looky there! So they hunted and they hal-looed; And the next thing they did sight Was a great big bulldog chasing them, And a farmer, hollerin’ “Skite!” Looky there! And the first one said, “Hi-jinktum!” And the next, “Hi-jinktum-jee!” And the last one said, “Them very words Had just occurred to me!” Looky there! THE LITTLE DOG-WOGGY A Little Dog-Woggy Once walked round the World: So he shut up his house; and, forgetting His two puppy-children Locked in there, he curled Up his tail in pink bombazine netting, And set out To walk round The World. He walked to Chicago, And heard of the Fair— Walked on to New York, where he _never_,— In fact, he discovered That many folks there Thought less of Chicago than ever, As he musing- Ly walked round The World.