78

A PROTEST

Moreover, my study ’s too small
To allow of superb demivolting,

So I think (there will be a great squall !)
Of unseating my rider, and bolting !

To be spurred by a pin is too bad ;

I prefer to be driver, not driven—
Yes, dearest, I know that the lad

Is a cherub levanted from Heaven,

But since he intends to remain
In our semi-detached little mansion,
I think, to avoid future pain,
We should govern his moral expansion.

So ring for the nursemaid, my dear,

(Tim, Tim, make an end of that screaming !)
For the cherub must now disappear ,

To his tub, to his blankets and dreaming.