The Pedlar's Caravan
I wish I lived in a caravan
With a horse to drive, like the pedlar-man,
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to ,but on he goes!
His caravan has windows two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town.
Chairs to mend and delf to sell!
he clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order,
Plates with the alphabet round the border!
The roads are brown, and the sea is green,
But his house is just like a bathing-machine;
The world is round, and he can ride,
Rumble and splash, to the other side!
With the pedlar-man I should like to roam,
And write a book when I come home;
All the people would read my book,
Just like the travels of Captain Cook.
William Brighty Rands (1823 - 1882).
|Toad of Toad Hall's yellow horse-drawn caravan soon to be replaced by a motor car|