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The Re-echo Club: as by H. C. Bunner (Purple Cow)
From The Re-echo Club
Oh, what's the way to Arcady,
Where all the cows are purple?
Ah, woe is me! I never hope
On such a sight my eyes to ope;
But, as I sing in merry glee
Along the road to Arcady,
Perchance full soon I may espy
A Purple Cow come dancing by.
Heigho! I then shall see one.
Her horns bedecked with ribbons gay,
And garlanded with rosy may,--
A tricksy sight. Still I must say
I'd rather see than be one.
Codex Note
A parody by Carolyn Wells, written in the manner of H. C. Bunner as a contribution to the imagined Re-Echo Club (Purple Cow).
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Wells, Carolyn. “The Re-echo Club: as by H. C. Bunner (Purple Cow).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/260/.
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Wells, Carolyn. “The Re-echo Club: as by H. C. Bunner (Purple Cow).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/260/.
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