If you should meet a crocodile, Ignore the welcome in his smile. For as he sleeps upon the Nile, He thinner gets and thinner; And whene'er you meet a crocodile He's ready for his dinner.
You may feel, when a falling leaf brushes Your face, as though some one had kiss'd you, Or think at least some one who miss'd you Had sent you a thought...
Or a bird's little song, faint and broken, May pass for a tender word spoken: