I, who was brisk and R T once,
Am C D now; become a dunce.
If U the reason would descry,
I’ll very quickly tell U Y.
I ne’er indulged in sad I—OOO!
When smoke was curling round my N—OOO;
But I am falling 2 D K,
Who could X L, no distant day.
I lack not T, or O D V,
But B 4 long my want U’ll C: