This is the Boy That played with the toy That was packed in the hamper Truth sent. This is the Pain That worried the Boy ’Till he played with the Toy That was packed in the hamper Truth sent. This is the Doctor who tried in vain To take away the distressing Pain That worried the Boy Till he played with the Toy That was packed in the hamper Truth sent. This is the Nurse who worked amain To help the Doctor, who tried in vain, With treatment repeated again and again To take away the distressing pain That worried the Boy Till he played with the Toy That was packed in the hamper Truth sent. And this is the Fund Truth’s friends maintain, To try to ease dire poverty’s strain, And to aid the Nurse who works amain To help the doctor who tries in vain With treatment repeated again and again, To take away the distressing pain That worried the Boy Till he played with the toy That was packed in the hamper Truth sent. _Truth._ December 2. 1886. ―――― THE BOAT THAT JACK BUILT. This is the boat that Jack built. This is the girl that sat in the boat that Jack built. This is the youth that loved the girl that sat in the boat that Jack built. This is the man that hated the youth that loved the girl that sat in the boat that Jack built. * * * * * This rhyme, with very humorous illustrations, appeared in _The Lock to Lock Times_, September 15, 1888. _The Lock to Lock Times_ is a clever little paper devoted to angling and aquatics, it often contains amusing parodies. ―――― Several different versions exist of the following imitation, this one has been selected as the best and most complete. It originally appeared in one of the University Magazines about twenty years ago, but the exact reference is wanting. THE DOMICILE ERECTED BY JOHN. By A. Pope. Behold the mansion reared by Dædal Jack! See the malt stored in many a plethoric sack, In the proud cirque of Ivan’s Bivouac! Mark how the rat’s felonious fangs invade The golden stores in John’s pavilion laid! Anon, with velvet foot and Tarquin strides, Subtle Grimalkin to his quarry glides; Grimalkin grim, that slew the fierce rodent, Whose tooth insidious Johann’s sackcloth rent! Lo! Now the deep-mouthed canine foe’s assault! That vexed the avenger of the stolen malt, Stored in the hallowed precincts of that hall, That rose complete at Jack’s creative call. Here stalks the impetuous cow with the crumpled horn, Whereon the exacerbating hound was torn Who bayed the feline slaughter-beast that slew The rat predaceous, whose keen fangs ran through The textile fibres that involved the grain That lay in Hans’ inviolate domain.