Catch an ending

Sit down and think,
But a flint holds fire,
And her shoes were full of feet,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I saw the man who saw this dreadful sight,
And the buffaloes are gone,
A cherubim does cease to sing,
On a Saturday afternoon.

All over the lilac brine,
From he roost on the rim of the moon,
Monkey. monkey, monkey, monk,
A boy more four than me.

There's never a scholar in England knows,
The fever on my brow,
to a standstill,
To wipe his dirty nose.

Our beauty's spring, Our Prince of Light,
And shun the hovel where they might be warm,
He has been eaten by the bear,
But is certainly rough on Abraham.

Till up in the morning the sun shall rise,
By the light of the moon,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot,
In the windy sea.

And come as ye were na coming to me,
Is not lorst, but gorn before,
And the mome raths outgrabe,
Hooray.

Eanie, ourie, you,re out,
batter hide, pane shatter through to dawn,
Swings from side to side,
And your toothrush, and everything, that's help less