Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV - Unknown

For his fingers wandered idly,

Searching for—what you please.

I know not what I was playing,

Or what I was dreaming, quite,

But I dropped his cord and, quickly,

With a bound he was out of sight!

Then forth he came through a skylight,

With some clothes on his outstretched arm;

And the way that he sought to wear them