A Tale of a Tub by Howard Pyle


You may bring to mind I’ve sung you a song,
Of a man of Haarlem town.
I’ll sing of another,–‘t will not take long–,
Of equally great renown.


“I’ve read,” said he, “there’s a land afar,
O’er the boundless rolling sea,
Where fat little pigs ready roasted are:
Now, that is the land for me.


Where tarts may be plucked from the wild tart tree,
And puddings like pumpkins grow,
Where candies, like pebbles, lie by the sea,–
Now, thither I’ll straightway go.”


Now, what do you think I’ve heard it said
Was his boat, his oar, his sail?
A tub, a spoon, and a handkerchief red,
For to breast both calm and gale.


So he sailed away, for a livelong day;
And the sun was warm and mild,
And the small waves laughed as they seemed to play,
And the sea-gulls clamored wild.


So he sailed away, for a livelong day;
Till the wind began to roar,
And the waves rose high, and, to briefly say,
He never was heard of more.


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