JANGLING MEMORY
Sea-green dragons stamped on a golden ground.
Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we were in those days.
Have you the courage of your pristine glories?
Ha! Ha! Ha! You laugh and shrug your shoulders.
We wore it in turn—I flaunted it as a waist-belt.
Ha! Ha! Ha! What easily satisfied babies.
“Give it to me, I’ll polish my slippers on it!”
Ha! Ha! Ha! The rag’s not worth the dustbin.
Fling it into the faces of other children!”
Ha! Ha! Ha! We laughed and laughed till the tears came!