Tragedy of the Desert.

Tragedy of the Desert.
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The elephant sat in the lemon tree,
A-swaying to and fro;
And a beautiful warbling song sang he
To the whale on the branch below-
Though a cold wind blew from the distant sea,
And the desert was deep in snow.

And this is the song that the elephant sung,
To the tenderly dreaming whate;
(For the month was May and the two were young.
And she loved his trunk as it swayed and swung
In the icy tropical gale-)

“Oh, come, my love, let us fly away
To a warmer clime than this,
On the palm-lined beaches of
Baffin’s Bay Let us live in a lifelong bliss,
With no one to list to the words we say.
And no one to watch us kiss!”

But the whale was shy and she drop- ped her eye,
And she blushed a beautiful green;
And the elephant hopped from his perch on high
To the side of his bosom’s queen;
And she heaved a sigh as he fluttered nigh,
Like a 30 h. p. machine,
-Cleveland Leaden.