Greetings, thou Kinglet of Never!
Have here the sun on your coat,
Have here some wine and a warm cut of rye
And my teeth in your throat.

This is my off-in-the-corner,
This is my dance-on-a-string,
This is my spin and my spout and my folly,
And my Do-It-Again.

Wherever your coattails wander,
I shall be following thus,
With a gown and a glass and a knife under all--
Don't make a fuss.

<<agé chose>>

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