TO WALTER WHITMAN
Walter Whitman! Walter Whitman!
Walter, won’t you never quit, man?
Say neighbor, say, throw those hyadons away!
Those small wigglers are not fit, man,
To make good canned sardines, I say.
Walter Whitman! Walter Whitman!
Walter, don’t you ever kind of wish
Just to drop down by the Platte and sit, man,
And laze, and laze, and yank out some big fish?
Walter Whitman! Walter, we have “whoppers” here!
What think you of twenty pounder trout?
Walt, Walt, bring along your spear,
You will call ’em “whales,” no doubt.
Walter Whitman! Walter Whitman!
Walter, ain’t you yet caught it, man?
Hey, neighbor! Hey there! I say.
Walt, Walt, just please step down to our house;
We have “natives,” “rainbows,” venison and grouse,
Come, Walter, come, dine with us to-day.