This will make a shoe.
Left, right, pull it tight,
Summer days are warm;
Underground in winter,
Laughing at the storm!"

Lay your ear close to the hill:
Do you not catch the tiny clamor,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Leprecaun singing shrill
As he merrily plies his trade?

He's a span

And a quarter in height;

Get him in sight, hold him fast,

And you're a made

Man!

You watch your cattle the summer day,

Sup on potatoes, sleep in the hay;

How should you like to roll in your carriage And look for a duchess's daughter in marriage? Seize the shoemaker, so you may!

"Big boots a-hunting,

Sandals in the hall,

White for a wedding feast,

And pink for a ball:

This way, that way,

So we make a shoe,

Getting rich every stitch,

Tick-tack-too!"

Nine and ninety treasure crocks

This keen miser-fairy hath,

Hid in mountain, wood and rocks,

Ruin and round-tower, cave or rath,
And where the cormorants build;

From the times of old

THIS WAY, THAT WAY, SO WE MAKE A SHOE

I caught him at work one day myself,

In the castle ditch where the foxglove grows, A wrinkled, wizened and bearded elf,

Spectacles stuck on the top of his nose,

Silver buckles to his hose,

Leather apron, shoe in his lap. "Rip-rap, tip-tap,

Tick-tack-too!

A grig stepped upon my cap,

Away the moth flew.

Buskins for a fairy prince,
Brogues for his son,

Pay me well, pay me well,
When the job's done."

The rogue was mine beyond a doubt;
I stared at him, he stared at me!
"Servant, Sir!" "Humph," said he,
And pulled a snuff-box out;

He took a long pinch, looked better pleased,

The queer little Leprecaun,

Offered the box with a whimsical grace,

Pouf! he flung the dust in my face,
And, while I sneezed, was gone!

THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER

By LEWIS CArroll

HE sun was shining on the sea,

TH

Shining with all his might:

He did his very best to make

The billows smooth and bright— And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done—
"It's very rude of him," she said,

"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,

The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky; No birds were flying overheadThere were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year,

Do you suppose," the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear?" "I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.

"Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech.

"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach;

We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head-
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:

Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,

Their shoes were clean and neat

And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four others Oysters followed them,

And yet another four;

And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more-
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.