The octogenarian

The octogenarian

Leaned from his window,

To the valerian

Growing below

Said, "My nightcap

Is only the gap

In the thrembling thorn

Where the mild unicorn

With the little Infanta

Danced the lavolta

(Clapping hands: molto

Lent' eleganta)."

The man with the lanthorn

Peers high and low;

No more

Than a snore

As he walks to and fro...

Il Dottore the stoic

Culls silver herb

Benath the superb

Vast moon azoic.