Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1903-01-04


Come, ladies and 1assies. well HE us
10 the, land where the Fuzzy=Wu
50 put en- your aps and your rnitt tens
bright, IS.
Jump onto this page and hold on tight,
And away through the blue We'll Wh 12ss
And v BE- t a1e4 before you can count.
For the F'uzsies they i've in the I Isles Of
q. The Air,
And this page is the ship that viii carry
US there.
they are funny wee. folk as You viii soon
see
when you pay them a visit with Jack
S. and with m e. .
Now Jack, just climb up this column
high M
To the top Of the page. Jack answers
For he Is an air-ghip lad, you see,
And his weather eye keeps for this queer
countree.
And .'land ahoy:'' he presently shouts.
While our good page is brought to the
round "a bout.
And We anchor safe in the harbor there,
And step ashore on the Isles OF the AIT.
The streets are of froth and the houses
Of foam.
And they're painted all colors from pale
| pink to chrome.
| The trees and the grass are red. orange.
and blue,
! And the roads and the fences are bright
| colored, too s$ls ,5ss
! But what is that sound like bee on a
| buzz? 81
Be quiet, my dears, that's the first Fuzzy
-WuZz
See him bounding along on the tips Of his
! toes,
What round google eyes: What a funny
wee nose!
And big red balloon for a head, de-
clare.
Are the folk all like him IN the Isles of
the Air
No, here comes a green one, and there
comes blue,
With welcoming smile comes a yellow
one, too.
| Fuzzy-wuzz, fuzzy-wuzz is the sound
that they make.
AS they bound Ger the frotl-streets our
hands for to shake.
They do not speak English, but we I'M
derstand,
For thev speak the same language we
use in the Land
OF Nod every night when we go travel
ling there. ssE
For it's only three stars from the Isles OF
! the Air.
Mr.. Red Fuzzy-Wuzz now invites US to
lunch, So
+ Shall we go? Hip, hurrah, cry the lads
~. in a bunch,
And. we follow our host to the orchard
where he
| Presents to each fellow his own luncheon
tree.
On mine grow the bowls of hot syllabub
soup,
On Jacks snow-drop cakes that curve
| into a hoop.
Snow-pudding on Toms, air-plant salad
on Mays,
/ For dessert, noating-island, spun candy,
| iced haze
"'Tis a feast for the gods" all the. chil1
! dren declare,
! AS they drink to the health Of the Isles
Of the Air
/ In bumpers Of rain-drops, just seasoned
to taste
/ Then. good-by to our host, for We nave
to make haste
If to witness the games we have any de-
take your places Ais ready cries
the Fuzzy street-crier.
Then a gay little chap with a red little
! S. face,
Calls out II am ready to run in race
/ with all Oh you tcllOWS III pillh, UiuS'
- and =green!'
4 OFF they start, and the race is the queer
1 est e'erS seen.
For they have to touch base at each
star as they run.
4 And they OK up such star-dust it hides
every one
I Till the red Fuzzy Wuzz hops hight onto
the head
! OF the Man in the Moon who is snoring
/ in bed,
l And he jumps up and kicks him clear
back to the Isle.
q II think I have won," says Red F'uZ1
: with a smile.
Then four little F'uzzies, who're come
from affair,
i Each bitches his wagon close up to
star.
! And they trot a hot heat 50 near t.
the Sun
3 That their poor little faces begin alst
Z s- to rum
uf they ever o'ertook them we .neve
8 found out.
4 SO that part OF the programme we mus
get on without
y A Fuzzy in blue does saswonderful trick
{: He. vaults over star with pole double
quick.
And here comes a pink one who dance
. with ease
p On the tail of "a Comet-a skirt dance
|. if you please.
]: Then a dozen or two Of the sharp-shoot
ers' Corps
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