Inscribed, that her children may honour his name.
Away! Be it mine to surround thy seclusion
With everything innocent, harmless and bright
Tin trumpets and drums in the richest profusion,
And candy to sweeten the wearisome night.
My cook shall prepare thee the daintiest dishes,
My doctor shall ease thee whene’er thou’rt in pain;
I’ll willingly grant thee whate’er thy heart wishes,
But ne’er shalt thou see Afghanistan again.
Quantox.