Poem The Man in The Moon
The Man in The Moon
Poem Sage Council

Sage Council

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The lion is the beast to fight, He leaps along the plain, And if you run with all your might, He runs with all his mane. I’m glad I’m not a Hottentot, But if I were, with outward cal-lum I’d either faint upon the spot Or hie me up a leafy pal-lum. The chamois is…

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The lion is the beast to fight,

He leaps along the plain,

And if you run with all your might,

He runs with all his mane.

I’m glad I’m not a Hottentot,

But if I were, with outward cal-lum

I’d either faint upon the spot

Or hie me up a leafy pal-lum.

The chamois is the beast to hunt;

He’s fleeter than the wind,

And when the chamois is in front,

The hunter is behind.

The Tyrolese make famous cheese

And hunt the chamois o’er the chaz-zums:

I’d choose the former if you please,

For precipices give me spaz-zums.

The polar bear will make a rug

Almost as white as snow;

But if he gets you in his hug,

He rarely lets you go.

And Polar ice looks very nice,

With all the colors of a pris-sum;

But, if you’ll follow my advice,

Stay home and learn your catechis-sum.

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