A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

I see the lights of the baker

Gleam through the rain and mist,

And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me

That I cannot well resist.

A feeling of sadness and longing,

That is not like being sick,

And resembles sorrow only

As a brickbat resembles a brick.

Come, get for me some supper,—

A good and regular meal,