Farewell—a word that must be and hath been
Ye dolphin dames who turn from blue to grey
Ye dandy drones who charm each festive scene
With brainless buzz, and frolic in your May,
Ye ball-room bards who live your little day,
And ye who flushed in purse parade the town,
Booted or shod—to you my muse would say,
“Buy Warren’s Blacking” as ye hope to crown
Your senseless souls or soulless senses with renown.
——:o:——