Bzzng! into logs they will whip you, Lumbermen greedy for gold. To the pulp mill they will ship you. Hearken, there’s worse to be told! Lumbermen greedy for gold Over your ruins will caper. Hearken, there’s worse to be told: You will be made into paper! [Pg 15] Over your ruins will caper Murderous shavers and hooks. You will be made into paper! You will be made into books! [Pg 15] Murderous shavers and hooks Swiftly your pride will diminish. You will be made into books! Horrible, horrible finish! Swiftly your pride will diminish. You will become a romance! Horrible, horrible finish! Fate has no sadder mischance. You will become a romance, Filled with “Gadzooks!” and “Have at you!” Fate has no sadder mischance; It would wring tears from a statue. Filled with “Gadzooks!” and “Have at you!” You may become a “Lazarre”— (It would wring tears from a statue)— “Graustark,” “Stovepipe of Navarre.” “Graustark,” “Stovepipe of Navarre.” You may become a “Lazarre”; Fate has still worse it can turn on— “Graustark,” “Stovepipe of Navarre,” Even a “Dorothy Vernon”! “Graustark,” “Stovepipe of Navarre,” Fate has still worse it can turn on— Lower you cannot descend; Even a “Dorothy Vernon”!— That is the limit—the end. [Pg 16] Lower you cannot descend. Doomed to an end that is evil, That is the limit—the end! Pride of the forest primeval. [Pg 16] [Pg 17] [Pg 17] IN THE LAMPLIGHT The dinner done, the lamp is lit, And in its mellow glow we sit And talk of matters, grave and gay, That went to make another day. Comes Little One, a book in hand, With this request, nay, this command— (For who’d gainsay the little sprite)— “Please—will you read to me to-night?” “Please—will you read to me to-night?”
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