Kings Must Die
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome / Was quite a fistful as a kid;
Lindy Lou
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If the good King only knew,
Lindy Lou,
What a cherub child are you,
It is true,
He would step down from his throne,
And would claim you for his own,
Then whatever would I do,
Lindy Lou?
As I kiss your tiny feet,
Lindy Lou,
I just feel I want to eat
All of you.
What's so heaven-sweet and mild
As a happy baby-child?
If you died I would die too,
Lindy Lou?
What's so lovely on this earth,
Lindy Lou,
As your innocence and mirth
Shining through?
Let us all do what we may
To make little children gay,
Heaven-happy, just as you,
Lindy Lou.
More poems by Robert Service
Finale
Here is this vale of sweet abiding, / My ultimate and dulcet home,
Old David Smail
He dreamed away his hours in school; / He sat with such an absent air,
Fear
I know how father's strap would feel, / If ever I were caught,