With
ze lightness of ze fairy,
Does she step upon ze stage;
It
ees ze dainty tripping feet,
Zat makes he all ze rage.
But
on my vollet has she stepped,
And Oh! Ye gods! avaunt!
You
zink to ze him flatten out
It waz ze elefaunt!
Dec.
19, ‘95
B.
Courier,
Mar. 1, ‘96
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