"That's a very good idea," he said, "a very good idea. Did you graduate from a public school?"
I said, "No, I have my ideas made to order; they last longer."
He said, "Much longer, that's my idea exactly. And they fit better. Would you like to hear the poem?"
"Go ahead, shoot," Westy said.
So then he took a paper out of his pocket and read what was on it, and this was it:
"There are eleven people here,
Nine chickens and a rooster;
The village it is named for me,
I'm Ebenezer Brewster."
Connie came over and whispered to me, "Where are we, anyway? I feel like Alice in Wonderland. He's a cheerful idiot. He thinks we named this town after him. This is some comedy."