You can lift and land him furder and with gracefuller impunity

    With one good jolt of silence than a half a dozen kicks!

     "Ki-yi!" said Mr. Squincher,

     As in contemplative pose,

     He stood before the looking-glass

     And burnished up his nose,

     And brushed the dandruff from a span-

     Spick-splinter suit of clothes,—

     "Why, bless you, Mr. Squincher,

     You're as handsome as a rose!"

     "There are some," continued Squincher,

     As he raised upon his toes

     To catch his full reflection,

     And the fascinating bows

     That graced his legs,—"I reckon

     There are some folks never knows

     How beautiful is human legs

     In pantaloons like those!"

     "But ah!" sighed Mr. Squincher,

     As a ghastly phantom 'rose

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