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OF PACCHIAROTTO,
And tried to content you, my critics,
Who greeted my early uprising!
I knew you through all the disguising,
Droll dogs, as I jumped up, cried, "Heyday
This Monday is—what else but May-day
And these in the drabs, blues, and yellows.
Are surely the privileged fellows
So, saltbox and bones, tongs and bellows!"
(I threw up the window) "Your pleasure?"
Who greeted my early uprising!
I knew you through all the disguising,
Droll dogs, as I jumped up, cried, "Heyday
This Monday is—what else but May-day
And these in the drabs, blues, and yellows.
Are surely the privileged fellows
So, saltbox and bones, tongs and bellows!"
(I threw up the window) "Your pleasure?"
25.
Then he who directed the measure—
An old friend—put leg forward nimbly,
"We critics as sweeps out your chimbly!
Much soot to remove from your flue, sir!
Then he who directed the measure—
An old friend—put leg forward nimbly,
"We critics as sweeps out your chimbly!
Much soot to remove from your flue, sir!
