THE GIRL AND THE RASPBERRY ICE(THE FIRST RECORDED RYMBEL IN OUR TIME)BY OLIVER HERFORD
(THE FIRST RECORDED RYMBEL IN OUR TIME)
BY OLIVER HERFORD
ONEsummer day in early spring—How well I can recallThe falling snow—no, come to think,It happened at the skating-rink:It must have been the fall.I never shall forget that fall,When, spurning all advice,I buckled on a pair of skates,And, cutting fancy figure-eights,Sat down upon the ice.I think it was a lemon iceOr some such sparkling fruit,She smiled and said she would preferA raspberry cream—the kind you stir—I quickly followed suit.A simple suit of homespun tweedThat ended at the knees!No wonder that my legs are chill.Quick, nurse! another camphor pill!I fear I’m going to sneeze.
ONEsummer day in early spring—How well I can recallThe falling snow—no, come to think,It happened at the skating-rink:It must have been the fall.I never shall forget that fall,When, spurning all advice,I buckled on a pair of skates,And, cutting fancy figure-eights,Sat down upon the ice.I think it was a lemon iceOr some such sparkling fruit,She smiled and said she would preferA raspberry cream—the kind you stir—I quickly followed suit.A simple suit of homespun tweedThat ended at the knees!No wonder that my legs are chill.Quick, nurse! another camphor pill!I fear I’m going to sneeze.
ONEsummer day in early spring—How well I can recallThe falling snow—no, come to think,It happened at the skating-rink:It must have been the fall.
ONEsummer day in early spring—
How well I can recall
The falling snow—no, come to think,
It happened at the skating-rink:
It must have been the fall.
I never shall forget that fall,When, spurning all advice,I buckled on a pair of skates,And, cutting fancy figure-eights,Sat down upon the ice.
I never shall forget that fall,
When, spurning all advice,
I buckled on a pair of skates,
And, cutting fancy figure-eights,
Sat down upon the ice.
I think it was a lemon iceOr some such sparkling fruit,She smiled and said she would preferA raspberry cream—the kind you stir—I quickly followed suit.
I think it was a lemon ice
Or some such sparkling fruit,
She smiled and said she would prefer
A raspberry cream—the kind you stir—
I quickly followed suit.
A simple suit of homespun tweedThat ended at the knees!No wonder that my legs are chill.Quick, nurse! another camphor pill!I fear I’m going to sneeze.
A simple suit of homespun tweed
That ended at the knees!
No wonder that my legs are chill.
Quick, nurse! another camphor pill!
I fear I’m going to sneeze.