I talk in a rhythm that’s classical, too.
’Twere a marvel to tell all the things I can do.
I can dance every jig of the day or tradition,
But while dancing alone is my greatest ambition,
I often indulge in the light recreation
Of keeping the river at just its right station,
So that floods at Dinwiddie occasion no worry—
I have them subside when they get o’er their flurry.”
’Twas a story oft told, though it hardly deceived,
That the “Oracle” could—which he doubtless believed—