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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=562202" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord Rubadub</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Neath the shade of a daisy, just two inches high,<br>A poor little fairy sits weeping alone;<br>She says, “What a desolate creature am I,<br>My Lord Rubadub has the heart of a stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“He will not allow me to dance on a cherry,<br>To swing in a cobweb, or ride on a bee;<br>He tells me to hush when I want to be merry,<br>Which is hard on a gay little fairy like me.<br>“Our queen is so delicate, dainty, and dear,<br>But I fear she will marry my Lord Rubadub.<br>He struts at her side with a lounge and a leer,—<br>I wonder she'll look at the dandified cub!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“To fly from the court I announced my intention,<br>But Rubadub says (and I fancy 'tis true),<br>I must serve seven years, or I'll not get my pension;<br>So what is a poor little fairy to do?<br>“Lord Rubadub's head is as large as my house;<br>His legs stride as far as the north from the south;<br>He can hold in his hand that big monster, the mouse;<br>And he puts a whole dinner at once in his mouth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I do not deny he has wit and acumen,<br>But he's dreadfully fat and disgracefully tall;<br>I think he's a changeling, a thing they call human;<br>I do not believe he's a fairy at all!<br>“But, hush! here he comes.” So she hid in the moss,<br>While vulgarly saunter'd, in insolent pride,<br>A fat little boy, who appear'd rather cross,<br>Though the beautiful fairy queen flew at his side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He flung himself down with a flop on the daisy,<br>And sticking a meerschaum his thick lips between,<br>Bawl'd out, “Look alive there—Flare up—Don't be lazy,<br>But fan me to sleep with your wings, fairy queen!”<br>The delicate fairy queen perch'd on his nose,<br>And flapping her gossamer wings up and down,<br>The cross little fellow is wrapt in repose—<br>A sneer on his lips, on his forehead a frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The delicate fairy queen falters and flutters,<br>Afraid to desist. Ah, what slavery this!<br>But the fairy that's hid in the moss slily mutters,<br>“Now, now is the moment to test what he is!”<br>41:She creepeth along, (we can all guess what for,<br>For who is so stupid as not to have heard<br>That test of a fairy, that signal of awe,<br>That almost unspeakable, horrible word!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She creepeth along, coming nearer and nearer;<br>She reacheth one ear (for the creature has two!)<br>Then shouts, and no bell than her voice sounded clearer,<br>That almost unspeakable word, “Bugaboo!”<br>Hey presto, he's gone! Down, down on the grass<br>Drops the queen from the wonderful height of his nose.<br>Was he here? has he vanish'd? did none see him pass?<br>Hey presto, he's gone! but how, nobody knows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sly little creature laughs out in derision;<br>The queen's tears would soon float a fine fairy fish.<br>Then clapping their hands, they exert fairy vision;<br>And flapping their wings, they see all that they wish.<br>They see a big chamber, in whose boundless space<br>Sit fifty big boys, with big books in their hands,<br>And, lo! in the centre, in dreadful disgrace,<br>On a high stool of penance, Lord Rubadub stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, fairy queen, faint not! that brow which thy kisses<br>So often have touch'd, like the wing of a fly,<br>Is crown'd with a fool's cap of paper, where this is<br>Engraved in black letters a hundred feet high:—<br>Tom the Truant, that's all; Tom the Truant—alas!<br>Oh, fairy queen, weep, for thy darling they snub!<br>Oh, weep that such glory so lightly should pass,<br>To find a cow'd schoolboy in Lord Rubadub!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fairies are sorry,—they surely have reason;<br>To see him stand there makes their tender hearts ache;<br>And their queen wore half-mourning for many a season,<br>And rode a blackbeetle for Rubadub's sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Menella+Bute+Smedley">Menella Bute Smedley</a><div class=q>
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My Lord Rubadub has the heart of a stone!

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