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I've a palace set in a garden fair	A
And oh but the flowers are rich and rare	A
Always growing	B
And always blowing	B
Winter or summer it doesn't matter	C
For there's never a wind that dares to scatter	C
The wonderful petals that scent the air	A
About the walls of my palace there	A
And the palace itself is very old	D
And it's built of ivory splashed with gold	D
It has silver ceilings and jasper floors	E
And stairs of marble and crystal doors	E
And whenever I go there early or late	F
The two tame dragons who guard the gate	F
And refuse to open the frowning portals	G
To sisters brothers and other mortals	G
Get up with a grin	H
And let me in	H
And I tickle their ears and pull their tails	I
And pat their heads and polish their scales	I
And they never attempt to flame or fly	J
Being quelled by me and my human eye	J
Then I pour them drink out of golden flagons	I
Drink for my two tame trusty dragons	I
But John	K
Who's a terrible fellow for chattering on	K
John declares	I
They are Teddy bears	I
And the palace itself he has often said	L
Is only the gardener's lean to shed	L
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In the vaulted hall where we have the dances	I
There are suits of armour and swords and lances	I
Plenty of steel wrought who's afraiders	I
All of them used by real crusaders	I
Corslets helmets and shields and things	I
Fit to be worn by warrior kings	I
Glittering rows of them	M
Think of the blows of them	M
Lopping	B
Chopping	B
Smashing	B
And slashing	B
The Paynim armies at Ascalon	K
But bother the boy here comes our John	K
Munching a piece of currant cake	N
Who says the lance is a broken rake	N
And the sword with its keen Toledo blade	O
Is a hoe and the dinted shield a spade	O
Bent and useless and rusty red	L
In the gardener's silly old lean to shed	L
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And sometimes too when the night comes soon	K
With a great magnificent tea time moon	K
Through the nursery window I peep and see	I
My palace lit for a revelry	I
And I think I shall try to go there instead	L
Of going to sleep in my dull small bed	L
But who are these	I
In the shade of the trees	I
That creep so slow	P
In a stealthy row	P
They are Indian braves a terrible band	Q
Each with a tomahawk in his hand	Q
And each has a knife without a sheath	R
Fiercely stuck in his gleaming teeth	R
Are the dragons awake Are the dragons sleepers	I
Will they meet and scatter these crafty creepers	I
What ho But John who has sorely tried me	I
Trots up and flattens his nose beside me	I
Against the window he flattens it	S
And says he can see	I
As well as me	I
But never an Indian not a bit	S
Not even the top of a feathered head	L
But only a wall and the lean to shed	L

R. C. Lehmann

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