As, seedy and queer, to my office I pressed;
The able man paused on his way to accost me,
And proffered advice that would give me some rest.
“Ah no, courteous Doctor, though weary I be,
No rest till Vacation for the seedy C. C.
For the seedy C. C., for the seedy C. C.,
No rest till Vacation for the seedy C. C.”
“Yet tarry, my friend, till this sad attack passes;
I’ll send you some pills to relieve your aching head.
The juice of the grape must not flow in your glasses,