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Автор: William Schwenck Gilbert
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"Done!" said he, "with you!"

      The organ which, in man,

      Between the eyebrows grows,

      Fell from his face, and in its place,

      He found a Christian nose.

      His tangled Hebrew beard,

      Which to his waist came down,

      Was now a pair of whiskers fair—

      His name, Adolphus Brown.

      He wedded in a year,

      That prelate's daughter Jane;

      He's grown quite fair—has auburn hair—

      His wife is far from plain.

      THE FOLLY OF BROWN

BY A GENERAL AGENT

      I knew a boor—a clownish card,

      (His only friends were pigs and cows and

      The poultry of a small farmyard)

      Who came into two hundred thousand.

      Good fortune worked no change in Brown,

      Though she's a mighty social chymist:

      He was a clown—and by a clown

      I do not mean a pantomimist.

      It left him quiet, calm, and cool,

      Though hardly knowing what a crown was—

      You can't imagine what a fool

      Poor rich, uneducated Brown was!

      He scouted all who wished to come

      And give him monetary schooling;

      And I propose to give you some

      Idea of his insensate fooling.

      I formed a company or two—

      (Of course I don't know what the rest meant,

      I formed them solely with a view

      To help him to a sound investment).

      Their objects were—their only cares—

      To justify their Boards in showing

      A handsome dividend on shares,

      And keep their good promoter going.

      But no—the lout prefers his brass,

      Though shares at par I freely proffer:

      Yes—will it be believed?—the ass

      Declines, with thanks, my well-meant offer!

      He added, with a bumpkin's grin,

      (A weakly intellect denoting)

      He'd rather not invest it in

      A company of my promoting!

      "You have two hundred 'thou' or more,"

      Said I. "You'll waste it, lose it, lend it.

      Come, take my furnished second floor,

      I'll gladly show you how to spend it."

      But will it be believed that he,

      With grin upon his face of poppy,

      Declined my aid, while thanking me

      For what he called my "philanthroppy?"

      Some blind, suspicious fools rejoice

      In doubting friends who wouldn't harm them;

      They will not hear the charmer's voice,

      However wisely he may charm them.

      I showed him that his coat, all dust,

      Top boots and cords provoked compassion,

      And proved that men of station must

      Conform to the decrees of fashion.

      I showed him where to buy his hat,

      To coat him, trouser him, and boot him;

      But no—he wouldn't hear of that—

      "He didn't think the style would suit him!"

      I offered him a country seat,

      And made no end of an oration;

      I made it certainly complete,

      And introduced the deputation.

      But no—the clown my prospects blights—

      (The worth of birth it surely teaches!)

      "Why should I want to spend my nights

      In Parliament, a-making speeches?

      "I haven't never been to school—

      I ain't had not no eddication—

      And I should surely be a fool

      To publish that to all the nation!"

      I offered him a trotting horse—

      No hack had ever trotted faster—

      I also offered him, of course,

      A rare and curious "old Master."

      I offered to procure him weeds—

      Wines fit for one in his position—

      But, though an ass in all his deeds,

      He'd learnt the meaning of "commission."

      He called me "thief" the other day,

      And daily from his door he thrusts me;

      Much more of this, and soon I may

      Begin to think that Brown mistrusts me.

      So deaf to all sound Reason's rule

      This poor uneducated clown is,

      You cannot fancy what a fool

      Poor rich uneducated Brown is.

      THE THREE KINGS OF CHICKERABOO

      There were three niggers of Chickeraboo—

      Pacifico, Bang-Bang, Popchop—who

      Exclaimed, one terribly sultry day,

      "Oh, let's be kings in a humble way."

      The first was a highly-accomplished "bones,"

      The next elicited banjo tones,

      The third was a quiet, retiring chap,

      Who danced an excellent break-down "flap."

      "We niggers," said they, "have formed a plan

      By which, whenever we like, we can

      Extemporize islands near the beach,

      And then we'll collar an island each.

      "Three casks, from somebody else's stores,

      Shall rep-per-esent our island shores,

      Their sides the ocean wide shall lave,

      Their heads just topping the briny wave.

      "Great Britain's navy scours the sea,

      And everywhere her ships they be,

      She'll recognize our rank, perhaps,

      When she discovers we're Royal Chaps.

      "If to her skirts you want to cling,

      It's quite sufficient that you're a king:

      She does not push inquiry far

      To learn what sort of king you are."

      A ship of several thousand tons,

      And mounting