O Abner Doble—whose "catarrhal name"
    Budd of that ilk might envy—'tis a rough
    Rude thing to say, but it is plain enough
  Your name is to be sneezed at: its acclaim
  Will "fill the speaking trump of future fame"
    With an impeded utterance—a puff
    Suggesting that a pinch or two of snuff
  Would clear the tube and somewhat disinflame.
  Nay, Abner Doble, you'll not get from me
    My voice and influence: I'll cheer instead,
      Some other man; for when my voice ascends a
  Tall pinnacle of praise, and at high C
    Sustains a chosen name, it shan't be said
      My influence is naught but influenza.