Why should we harp of age and dull years gone?"
Time seemed to be no sort of object to it—
It just went on and on.
Therefore I rose, and later (o'er the trifle),
When Araminta with her tactful gush
Asked if the garden seemed to help or stifle
The Muses' output, I responded, "Tush;
When you go out, my dear, please buy a rifle;
I want to shoot that thrush."
Evoe.