There's the "Grand Hotel" up yonder—
Never hancient Rome or Greece eyed
Poet of the Summer fonder.
Though I'm quite self-heddycated,
Yet I love the Summer golden;
Every gent on whom I've waited
Feels 'isself to me beholden;
As appropriate verse I quote, Sir,
I can watch 'em growing gladder:
They're aweer 'ow much I dote, Sir,