Classic Poem

WITH A Copy OF L EAR'S " N ONSENSE R HYMES "

Darlings, if I may call you so,
I fear that I can only sing
Of sorrows that your elders know.
To you I send a better thing.

Oh may you wander many a day
Across the great Gromboolian plain,
Because, when I was far away,
You came and brought me back again.

Because, when darkness covered me,
You came and took me by the hand,
And opened my blind eyes to see
The little hills of Fairyland.