THE BUTTERFLY WHIRL.

It was then for the triumphs of conquest! Oh, then for the life of the swell! I dwelt like a lord with my patron In a suite of a gilded hotel.

And we went out to plays and to dinners— On the ladies he took me to call— And once we received invitations To a beautiful fancy-dress ball.

'Twas a famous affair and it won me, With its titter and tinsel and tune, For it carried me back to the jungle And the monkey-dance under the moon.

Then I mingled with other diversions. I learned how to paint and to ride; I cut a great figure at polo— The science of golfing I tried.

As a wheelman I soon became famous And made a great score on the track— I was known as the king of the scorchers, With the typical bicycle back.

Then a girl who was youthful and silly Made love to me just for a lark, And came with an elegant turnout And took me to drive in the park.

And I took her out boating next morning, For the face of my charmer was fair; It carried me back to the jungle— To the flow'rs that were blossoming there.

But soon, in the midst of my pleasure, In the glow of a roseate dream, The boat struck a rock and tipped over And tumbled us both in the stream.

Then, ho, for the skill of the jungle! The deftness of foot and of hand! For I hung from a limb and I saved her And drew her at last to the strand.

And then to her home I went proudly To claim the fair maid for my own, But her father demanded a title, And hardened his heart like a stone.

And now came the death of my patron, That left me alone in the strife, And yearning once more for the jungle, I turned to political life.