It struck him in meandering the city to and fro,
Was surely that of shovelling away the rich man’s snow.
And then P. Napolini di Vendetta Pasquarelle
Sought out a city thoroughfare, the swellest of the swell.
He stole a shovel, and he found a broom he thought would do,
Then rang the massive front-door bell of Stuyvesant Depew.
“I wanta shov’ da snow,” he said, when there at last appeared
Fitzjohn Augustus Higgins, who in Birmingham was reared,
A man by all in low estate much hated and much feared.
“Go wi,” said Fitz, with gesture bold. “Yer cahn’t do nothink ere,