And that's a poem by Charles Edward Carryl, who was a stockbroker in New York City for 45 years, but in the evenings, he wrote nonsense for his children.
这首诗是查尔斯-卡里尔写的， 他在纽约当股票经纪人 已有45年了， 但是到了晚上，他给他的孩子们写荒谬的东西。