With the Quangle Wangle Quee by Edward Lear

She sat upon her Dobie,

To watch the Evening Star,

And all the Punkahs, as they passed,

Cried, "My! how fair you are!"

Around her bower, with quivering leaves,

The tall Kamsamahs grew,

And Kitmutgars in wild festoons

Hung down from Tchokis blue.

II

Below her home the river rolled

With soft meloobious sound,

Where golden-finned Chuprassies swam,

In myriads circling round.

Above, on tallest trees remote

Green Ayahs perched alone,

And all night long the Mussak moan'd

Its melancholy tone.

III

And where the purple Nullahs threw

Their branches far and wide,