Very sick and tired am I Of stewed prunes, and apples dried,And this our mutton that once was lamb!
I will make no grand salaam For the stale cakes the gods provide!Very sick and tired I am!
My indignant diaphragm Would cover something fresh, untried,--Not this mutton that once was lamb!
How every verse and epigram Of hope the lagging years deride!Very sick and tired I am!
Must I always then be calm, And talk as one quite satisfiedWith this our mutton that once was lamb?
Frankly, I don't give a dam For taste of things too long denied!Very sick and tired I amOf this our mutton that once was lamb!
