Paul Gilbert:
I love you, my lord!"
Was all that she said --
What a dissonant chord,
"I love you, my lord!"
Ah! how I abhorred
That sarcastic maid! --
"I love you? My Lord!"
Was all that she said.

Unknown:
'Tis midnight, and the setting sun
Is slowly rising in the west;
The rapid rivers slowly run,
The frog is on his downey nest.
The pensive goat and sportive cow,
Hilarious, leap from bough to bough.