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Now that the Silly Season's come!—that joyous time of year Which wily correspondents ever hold to be most dear; And eke the tired journalist must greet, and not deride—Since it gives him inspiration for fresh tales of Christmastide— hail the optimist who touts for business at Kuli And, taking this week's cue from him, straightway proceed to sing—
Now that the garlic-scented breath of ricsha men, galore, By wilted Shanghai residents is well inhaled, once more, "And from the divers tortuous creeks, upon the evening air, Comes. perfume—not of -Araby—but, in a sense, as rare That Kuling Johnny's not the sole insomniac—not he!
Myself and many others pass the Now that somebody inquires if it is not rather cruel To race the dogs in heat like that} begot of furnace fuel, Unmindful that, for stunts like these, all greyhounds have a fla T'd like to voice my sympathy the electric hare.
Tt seems to me a dirty trick to keep him on a track, So that his nose must bump his when he is coming back.
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