Adolph’s Weason

“Why I am vewy vexed at her?

     The weason I’ll explain;

Awnd nevaw, nevaw, will I paws

     Her wesidence again.

Lawst night was Apwil first, you know,

     A perfect, dweamy night;

Awnd so I wushed off to the house

     Of her, my hawt’s delight.

I climbed the steps, aw, gwacefully,

     Awnd softly pulled the bell;

I heard the wussle of her skirt,

     Her step I knew so well.

Awnd then I heard her tell the maid,

     In cwuel accents cool;

“O, nevaw mind, there’s no one there,

     ‘Tis but an Apwil fool.”

March 2, 1895

A.    by Judge.

B.    Pub. April 6, in Judge #703