And rule the roast with a mighty swing—
I'd make a place in Fame's bright niche;
I'd do it if things was only sich."
"If things was only sich," said he,
"Rare wines I'd quaff from the far countree,
I'd cloth myself in dazzling garb,
I'd mount the back of the costly barb,
And none should ask me wherefore or which—
Did it chance that things was only sich."
"If things was only sich," said he,