Xxiv

I have told with simplicity My tale, dropped those harsh analytics, And tried to content you, my critics, Who greeted my early uprising! I knew you through all the disguising, Droll dogs, as I jumped up, cried "Heyday! This Monday is--what else but May-day? And these in the drabs, blues, and yellows, Are surely the privileged fellows. So, saltbox and bones, tongs and bellows!" (I threw up the window) "Your pleasure?"