black,
    Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
    Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
    Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds: 
    Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight! 
    They ate and drank and danced all night,
    And echoing back from the rocks you heard
    Multitude-echoes from Bird and Bird,—­
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still!

    Yes, they came; and among the rest
    The King of the Cranes all grandly dressed. 
    Such a lovely tail!  Its feathers float
    Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
    With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
    And a delicate frill to hide his feet
    (For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
    He has got no webs between his toes).

    As soon as he saw our Daughter Dell,
    In violent love that Crane King fell,—­
    On seeing her waddling form so fair,
    With a wreath of shrimps in her short white hair. 
    And before the end of the next long day
    Our Dell had given her heart away;
    For the King of the Cranes had won that heart
    With a Crocodile’s egg and a large fish-tart. 
    She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
    Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
    And away they flew in a gathering crowd
    Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud. 
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still!

    And far away in the twilight sky
    We heard them singing a lessening cry,—­
    Farther and farther, till out of sight,
    And we stood alone in the silent night! 
    Often since, in the nights of June,
    We sit on the sand and watch the moon,—­

    She has gone to the great Gromboolian Plain,
    And we probably never shall meet again! 
    Oft, in the long still nights of June,
    We sit on the rocks and watch the moon,—­
    She dwells by the streams of the Chankly Bore. 
    And we probably never shall see her more. 
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still!

[Illustration:  Sheet Music—­The Yonghy Bonghy Bo]

The courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

[Illustration]

I.

    On the Coast of Coromandel
        Where the early pumpkins blow,
          In the middle of the woods
      Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. 
    Two old chairs, and half a candle,
    One old jug without a handle,—­
          These were all his worldly goods: 
          In the middle of the woods,
          These were all the worldly goods
      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
      Of the Yonghy-Bonghy Bo.