For I’ve reached life’s golden acme,—

I am stuck on chewing gum!

I am sleepy now, and happy,

Let profane hands not disturb;

Let none mar my wildest dreamings,

Nor ecstatic tumblings curb.

Since ’twas not in life permitted

That his blood I s-i-p,

May mankind write:

AMOS QUITO!
LET HIM EVER
R.-I.-P.