Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, April 9, 1892 by Various
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inmates of this institution." Very hard on these inmates, as, previous to
the ceremony there might have been some hope of their recovery; but now they have become "confirmed idiots." * * * * * ODE TO A GIRAFFE. (_On hearing that the Solitary Specimen at the Zoo had just died._) [Illustration] So Death has paid the Zoo a call, And claimed you for his own, Who "neck or nothing" had been left To bloom--and die--alone. From far I gazed into your face, I did not know your name, You looked uncomfortable, but I loved you all the same. Your neck _was_ just a trifle long, I think you must confess. I've often thought if, as a fact, You could have done with less. But we must take you all in all, And so I hear with pain That probably we shall not look Upon your like again. |
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