And think it over. He did not forget
A single word. Of all the abusatives
There was not one which proved a fly-away.
At last the crisis came, when one fine day,
For some imagined fault, the boarder said
Unto the waiter, that unless he stirred
A little quicker he would bung his eye,
And take him by the legs instanter-ly
And wipe the floor with him. But with that word
He overdrew the account. That was the fly