THE BALLAD OF SIR CHRISTOPHER J. JONES
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Not long had this snore been outbooming, before
An answering challenge came sounding;
He sprang to his feet, as with oncoming roar,
A creature with blazing eyes down on him bore,
With terrible leaping and bounding!
No nightmare that ever climbed up on your bed
Could mate with this fearsome creation:
Of iron and brass was its big, bulgy head,
Its body was colored a fiery red,
Its feet pranced in rapid rotation.
(Prepare now your last mortal moans,
Bold Sir Christopher Jenkinson Jones.)
An answering challenge came sounding;
He sprang to his feet, as with oncoming roar,
A creature with blazing eyes down on him bore,
With terrible leaping and bounding!
No nightmare that ever climbed up on your bed
Could mate with this fearsome creation:
Of iron and brass was its big, bulgy head,
Its body was colored a fiery red,
Its feet pranced in rapid rotation.
(Prepare now your last mortal moans,
Bold Sir Christopher Jenkinson Jones.)