A CHEMICO-METRICAL MADRIGAL.
I KNOW a maiden, charming and true,
With eyes like the beautiful cobalt blue
Of the borax bead, and I guess she 'll do,
If she gives no other reaction.
Her hair is a crown: I can truthfully state
'T is a metre long, nor curly nor straight;
And it is as yellow as plumbic chromate
In a slightly acid solution.
And when she speaks from parlor or stump,
The words, which gracefully gambol and jump,
Sound sweet like the water in Bunsen's pump
In a precipitate ablution.
I have built me a house ten metres square,
And have bought a nice lot, about a hectare;
And soon I think I shall take her there, -
My tart little acid radical.
Perhaps little sailors on life's deep sea
Will be the "salts" of this chemistry;
And the lisp of the infantile A B C
Be the refrain of this madrigal.
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