Just a few more gaps to fill.
I am using some bits from ‘Selected Cautionary Verses’ by Hilaire Belloc, which I love.
This edition was published by Penguin in 1968, and was totally ruined by a leak in our window (along with my beloved ‘Flat Stanley’). It was already in a pretty rough state, even before the months of rain.
The first one is taken from a poem called ‘The Garden Party’, and the second from ‘The Lion’.
The rich arrived in pairs, And also in Rolls Royces; They talked of their affairs, In loud and strident voices.
And indeed they do…
The Lion, the Lion. he dwells in the waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him.
Alison Sye 