So long and well, she now will make him Mayor—
A Mayor who, though he makes of Fifties—cronies,
Yet has a most maternal love for Ponies.
Leading the Van.
Star-gazing in season.
Yes! gaze, and cry, "My stars—all wondrous fair,
That, by your shining do behave as sich,"
Look up—you'll find your very soul is there
Look down—your body's rolling in the ditch!