When I’ve faded out of the scene;
But it hurts me to think that right here and just now
Is a sorry betwixt and between.”
At that I got tired a-hearin’ Sy spout,
And says I, “Sy, you like to enthuse
Regardin’ the marvelous work you’d turn out
If you stood in some other man’s shoes;
But while all your ’might-’a’-been’ praises you sing,
It’s worth while recallin’ as how
That no man on earth ever does the first thing