O Washington! ( O Reader, hast thou not
In readin’ high-toned poems wrote for show,
Observed how many of them start with “O?”
Well, anyhow, there is an awful lot. )
The noble deeds thou wrought'st are not forgot
But serve to make thy name, where'er we go,
A household word. If all they say is so
Thou didst some mighty clever stunts. That's what!
And yet, thy fame belongest to thy dad;
Thou shinest by reflected light, forsooth,
For thou‘ rt the only boy that ever had
A pa who, when his son dared tell the truth
About some kiddish prank didst not get mad
And lamm him! O thou heaven-protected youth!