Six pages of puzzles and all a sworn word—
“O where,” I sighed, “is my head?”
“If married,” or “single”—I failed to know:
Nor dependent children could tell;
For never my mind received such a blow,
From such unexpected hell.
I always have cherished my Uncle Sam,
And thought he was oftenest right;
But flooded I was, nor a single dam
To check my downward flight.