So they all marched out In a regular rout, With remarks most decidedly chilling, And every one, as he passed the stand Where the Muskrat kept all the cash in hand, Demanded and _got_ his shilling! And the luckless Frog, In the lonesome Bog, Relapsed into deep dejection; As he broods alone on his dismal case And sings all night in a booming bass, "_Ger-rump_" is his one selection. The Musical Trust By D. K. Stevens There was once a man who could execute "Old Zip Coon" on a yellow flute, And several other tunes to boot, But he couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot! Tootle-ootle-_oot_le--tootle-ti-toot! Though he played all day on his yellow flute, He couldn't make a penny with his tootle-ti-toot. One day he met a singular Quaint old man with a big tu_ba_, Who said: "I've travelled wide and far But I haven't made a penny with my _oom_-pah-pah." _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah! _Oom_-pah-pah! Though he played all day on his big tu_ba_ He couldn't make a penny with his _oom_-pah-pah. Then they met two men who were hammering On a big bass drum and a cymbal thing, Who said: "We've banged since early spring And we haven't made a penny with our boom-zing-zing." _Boom_-zing! _Boom_-zing! _Boom_-zing-zing! _Boom_-b-b-_boom_-boom--zing-zing! Though the banged on the drum and the cymbal thing They couldn't make a penny with their _boom_-zing-zing. So the man with the flute Played tootle-ti-toot, And the other man he played _oom_-pah, While the men with the drum and the cymbal thing Went: _boom_-b-b-_boom_-boom--zing-zing! And they travelled wide and far. Together they made the welkin ring With a Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing! Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing! Tootle-ootle! _Oom_-pah! _Boom_-zing-zing! And Oh! the pennies the people fling! When they hear the tootle-_oom_-pah-_boom_-zing-zing! Katherine Maynadier Browne The Cautious Cat by D.K. Stevens A Cautious Cat And a Reckless Rat Went to sea with an Innocent Lamb. They sailed in a yawl With nothing at all To eat but a Sugar-cured Ham. The wind blew high In a sky-blue sky, At a rate they had never foreseen. The wind blew low, And the wind also Blew a little bit in between-- Just a little bit in between.