Do hey live in the station?
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Flourish the shelter and grace of our line!
But poison in the blood;
Cried "Pretty Goblin" still for "Pretty Polly;"—
Even she, so long beloved in vain,
Topped with gilded dome and spire
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
Some dived into the brook
Do hey live in the station?
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Flourish the shelter and grace of our line!
But poison in the blood;
Cried "Pretty Goblin" still for "Pretty Polly;"—
Even she, so long beloved in vain,
Topped with gilded dome and spire
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
Some dived into the brook