Explore "Versicles on Sign-Posts" by Robert Burns on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
His face with smile eternal drest, / Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's, / High as they hang with creaking din, / To index out the Country Inn. / He looked just as your sign-post Lions do, / With aspect fierce, and quite as harmless too.
A head, pure, sinless quite of brain and soul, / The very image of a barber's Poll; / It shews a human face, and wears a wig, / And looks, when well preserv'd, amazing big.
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