WUS, EVER WUS
US! ever wus!:—By freak of Puck's
My most exciting hopes are dash'd;
I never wore my spotless ducks
But madly—wildly!—they were
splash'd.
I never roved by Cynthia's beam,
To gaze upon the starry sky;
But some unpleasant beetle came,
And charged into my pensive eye:
And oh! I never did the swell
In Regent-street, amongst the beaus,
But smuts the most prodigious fell,
And always settled on my Nose!
