THE ROILING OF HENRY

(A Song of the Grating Outdoors)

Bird, thou art not a Veery,

Nor yet a Yellowthroat,

Ne'erless, I knew thy gentle song,

Long, long e'er I could vote;

Thou art not a Blue Flower,

Nor e'en a real Blue Bird;

Yet there's a moral high and pure

In all thy likings heard:

"Grack-grack-grack-grack-grack-grack—

Go on and ne'er look back!"

The noble tow'rs of Princeton

Hear high thy pensive trill,

And eke my ear has heard thee

The while I fished the rill;

Thy note rings out at daybreak

Before I rise to toil;

Thou counselest Persistence;

Thy song no stone can spoil;

"Grack-grack-grack-grack-grack-grack—

Go on and ne'er look back!"

Yet, Bird, there is a limit

To all I've undergone;

From five o'clock till five o'clock

Thou'st chanted o'er my lawn;

I cannot get my work done ...

I give thee, Bird, advice;

If thou wouldst save thy skin alive,

Let me not warn thee twice,

"Grack-grack-grack-grack-grack-grack—

Go on and ne'er look back!"

[!-- H2 anchor --]

Cale Young Rice

(Who came out rather tired from trying to choose a new suit, and could not get it off his mind.)