I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down –
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig –
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
Written late 1858, in Fascicle 2 – the first of three poems to have a title!
This is so sweet, so joyous – the innocence with which nature elicits joy.
Prig – a self-righteously moralistic person who behaves as if they are superior to others.
Peace, Love, and Namaste –