The bookie bolts, his "gaffer" gives him warning,

He's not worth half-a-dollar,

His prospect's "out of collar,"

And he curses speculation

In the morning!

Behold the young playwright who hears his own piece,

At night, at night!

He thinks that (ironic) applause will ne'er cease,

At night, at night!

His "little one-act thing" is stodgy and slow,