In wondrous merry mood,
And thought, as usual, me would say
They were exceeding good.
They were so queer, so very queer,
I laughed as I wound die;
Albeit, in the general way,
A sober man am I.
I called my servant,
and he came;
How kind it was of him
To mind a slender man like me,
He of the mighty limb!
“These to the printer” I exclaimed,
And, in my humorous way,
I added (as a trifling jest),
“There’ll be the devil to pay.”
He took the paper, and I watched
And saw him peep within;
At the first line he read, his face
Was all upon the grain.
He read the next; the grain grew broad
And shot from ear to ear;
He read the third; a chuckling noise
I now began to hear.
Copy write by: Oliver Wendell Holmes
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