The Christening

What shall I call

My dear little dormouse?

His eyes are small,

But his tail is e-nor-mouse.

I sometimes call him Terrible John,

'Cos his tail goes on—

And on—

And on.

And I sometimes call him Terrible Jack,

'Cos his tail goes on to the end of his back.

And I sometimes call him Terrible James,

'Cos he says he likes me calling him names. . . .