Long years ago, a funny man,
Flushed with a strange delight,
Sat down and wrote a funny thing
All in the solemn night;
And as he wrote he clapped his hands
And laughed with all his might.
For it was such a funny thing,
O, such a very funny thing,
This wonderfully funny thing,
He
Laughed
Outright.
And so it was this funny man
Printed this funny thing —
Forgot it, too, nor ever thought
It worth remembering,
Till but a day or two ago.
( Ah! what may changes bring! )
He found this selfsame funny thing
In an exchange — “O, funny thing!”
He cried, “You dear old funny thing!”
And
Sobbed
Outright.