Cry, "Paradox alone's divine!
LAMB had his manner, this is Mine!"
Try strain and twist; gnaw the dry bone
Of mirth till all the marrow's gone;
And crowds, who first stared like a stone,
Your "subtle genius" soon will own.
Chorus—Tra-la! We "boom" to-day!
[Ad nauseam.
V.
Is the Dramatic "biz" preferred?