Robinson Crusoe's Story

Charles Edward Carryl 1841 (New York) – 1920

THE night was thick and hazy
  When the 'Piccadilly Daisy'
Carried down the crew and captain in the sea;
  And I think the water drowned 'em;
  For they never, never found 'em,
And I know they didn't come ashore with me.
 

  Oh! 'twas very sad and lonely
  When I found myself the only
Population on this cultivated shore;
  But I've made a little tavern
  In a rocky little cavern,
And I sit and watch for people at the door.
 

  I spent no time in looking
  For a girl to do my cooking,
As I'm quite a clever hand at making stews;
  But I had that fellow Friday,
  Just to keep the tavern tidy,
And to put a Sunday polish on my shoes.
 

  I have a little garden
  That I'm cultivating lard in,
As the things I eat are rather tough and dry;
  For I live on toasted lizards,
  Prickly pears, and parrot gizzards,
And I'm really very fond of beetle-pie.
 

  The clothes I had were furry,
  And it made me fret and worry
When I found the moths were eating off the hair;
  And I had to scrape and sand 'em,
  And I boiled 'em and I tanned 'em,
Till I got the fine morocco suit I wear.
 

  I sometimes seek diversion
  In a family excursion
With the few domestic animals you see;
  And we take along a carrot
  As refreshment for the parrot,
And a little can of jungleberry tea.
 

  Then we gather as we travel,
  Bits of moss and dirty gravel,
And we chip off little specimens of stone;
  And we carry home as prizes
  Funny bugs, of handy sizes,
Just to give the day a scientific tone.
 

  If the roads are wet and muddy
  We remain at home and study,—
For the Goat is very clever at a sum,—
  And the Dog, instead of fighting,
  Studies ornamental writing,
While the Cat is taking lessons on the drum.
 

  We retire at eleven,
  And we rise again at seven;
And I wish to call attention, as I close,
  To the fact that all the scholars
  Are correct about their collars,
And particular in turning out their toes.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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