But he gives an imitation of an apoplectic fit.
I am not very captious, and I wish not to complain—
But what a crying grievance is the Baby in the Train!
I wish to feign the friendly, but I earnestly reflect—
In silly finger-snapping do I lose my self respect?
Can I crow or can I chuckle with a countenance serene?
Is “kitchee-kitchee” fitted for my gravity of mien?
Can I talk of “doggie-oggies,” or prate of “ittle dears”?
Is “peep-bo” fit amusement for a person of my years?
And though I do my very best to try to entertain,