And the same I am free to maintain.
Oscar Wilde in a poetic fervour and a lily-like kimono, recited with tremulous intensity this masterpiece of his own:
Oh, Peter! Pumpkin-fed and proud,
Ah me! ah me!
(Sweet squashes, mother!)
Thy woe knells like a stricken cloud;
(Ah me; ah me!
Hurroo, Hurree!)
Lo! vanisht like an anguisht wraith;
Ah me! ah me!