Just ask that smart runner, young B-R-NG!
And that's why I'm trying to strike a new line
For our Paper-Chase—catting the "Paper" up fine.
I scatter it wide. Will it float?
Of course for awhile there's no knowing;
But I shall be able to note,
By the sequel, which way the wind's blowing.
There! Look like white-birds, or banknotes, in full flight.
Now, lads, double up! There's not one yet in sight!
Of course I'm ahead of my field,