Dear Lewis:

      You boast you took a chance last year
And wore my pants and other gear.
Deoked out in stolen loot you found
You still are beautiful though round.

Right welcome were you to my old gear;
I forgive the oonnivance of Bevier.

I grant that you have out a wfiggern
In pants and boots either small or bigger
Than modern fashion has approved;
No wonder the lamblike muohaohas mobed
With baolcward glances to the fold,
Resigned, but grieved, their virtue$ to hold.

If redbugs and ticks I happen to ahance on
Vhen next those boots and pants I put on
I shall not aoouse you of dirty tricks
I'm quite accustomed to their prioke.
In fact it has long been my surmise
aat in the seams they colonize
So the bugs you thought came from normal hants
Mpy really have nested in my old pants.

But Lewis, would you have me suppose
If I should find among my clothes
Other creepers than redbugs and ticks
That you were really up to dirty tricks
With fond mama, whose fieroest glance
Was for the muohachas as she eyed you askance?

Fred