Oh, Editor, Editor, Awful and grand, Who holdest our fate In the palm of thy hand, Dost ever reflect How one day thy ghost To an Editor awf'ler And grander will post? Before him a great...
This is the El-e-phant, who lives With but one aim - to please. His i-vo-ry tusk he free-ly gives To make pi-a-no keys. One grief he has - how-e'er he tries, He nev-er can for-get...