Evangeline

Do tell when shall we make common sense men out of the owl-eyed pundits Out of The Frog-faced stupid old God-born Pundits who lost in a fog-bank Strut about all along shore there somewhere close by the Down East Frog Duck Pond munching of pea nuts and pumpkins and buried in big-wigs Why ask who ever yet saw money made out of a fat old Jew or downright upright nutmegs out of a pine-knot