A SOLILOQUY

Tis the evening hour, my tasks are done. My Chevrolet let us take a run Calling on friends adown the Bay26

It seems so long since we passed that way.

Like a bird we flit past Geordie's street, Nods and smiles from the friends we meet; Tom with his team afield I see

He is singing - hark - the Doxology.

What's the idea, tell me, pray,

Of that barrel sitting within the Bay?27

Is it your bath-tub, farmer Shawn?28

And what's in that pen on your pretty lawn?29

Heavyweight John30 is hale and stout with his two handmaidens to help him out Of unclaimed treasure I have seen

At the head of the list stands small Pauline.31

A kindly greeting at Echo Dell

From Rupert and Reggie and bonnie Belle32

Then Blinky and Tony and Sweet Marie33

Well Worthy the name of the dauntless three.

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