A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS!
(By a Perplexed Reader of the Penny Papers.)
When you're lying awake, with a horrid headache (to adopt a suggestion of GILBERT's),
When too freely you've dined, or too heavily wined, or munched too many walnuts or filberts;
When your brain is a maze, and creation a haze, then each queer social craze—there are many!—
Gets your wits in a spool, and there isn't a fool for your thoughts would advance you a penny.
You can't sleep a wink, so the question of Drink, though you timidly shrink from it, harries you.