And discontent with me will bide

And discontent with me will bide Till 'round the rink I smoothly glide. At night I've ridden through the air, Where bats abide, and owls repair; I've rolled in surf of ocean wide, And coasted down the mountain-side; And now to sweep around a hall On roller skates would crown it all."

"My plans," the leader answer made, "Are in my mind already laid. Within an hour the folk below Will quit their sport and homeward go;