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Now Sym was a Glug and 'tis mentioned so	A
That the tale reads perfectly plain as we go	A
In his veins ran blood of that stupid race	B
Of docile folk who inhabit the place	B
Called Gosh sad Gosh where the tall trees sigh	C
With a strange significant sort of cry	C
When the gloaming creeps and the wind is high	C
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When the deep shades creep and the wind is high	C
The trees bow low as the gods ride by	C
Gods of the gloaming who ride on the breeze	D
Stooping to heaften the birds and the trees	D
But each dull Glug sits down by his door	E
And mutters ' 'Tis windy ' and nothing more	E
Like the long dead Glugs in the days of yore	E
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When Sym was born there was much to do	F
And his parents thought him a joy to view	F
But folk not prejudiced saw the Glug	A
As his nurse remarked 'In the cut of his mug '	-
For he had their hair and he had their eyes	G
And the Glug expression of pained surprise	G
And their predilection for pumpkin pies	G
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And his parents' claims were a deal denied	H
By his maiden aunt on his mother's side	H
A tall Glug lady of fifty two	F
With a slight moustache of an auburn hue	F
'Parental blither ' she said quite flat	I
'He's an average Glug and he's red and fat	I
And exceedingly fat and red at that '	-
	-
But the father joi when he gazed on Sym	J
Dreamed great and wonderful things for him	J
Said he 'If the mind of a Glug could wake	A
Then Oh what a wonderful Glug he'd make	A
We shall teach this laddie to play life's game	K
With a different mind and a definite aim	K
A Glug in appearance yet not the same '	-
	-
But the practical aunt said 'Fudge You fool	L
We'll pack up his dinner and send him to school	L
He shall learn about two times and parsing and capes	M
And how to make money with inches on tapes	M
We'll apprentice him then to the drapery trade	N
Where I've heard it reported large profits are made	N
Besides he can sell us cheap buttons and braid '	-
	-
So poor young Sym he was sent to school	L
Where the first thing taught is the Golden Rule	L
'Do unto others ' the teacher said	O
Then suddenly stopped and scratched his head	O
'You may look up the rest in a book ' said he	P
'At present it doesn't occur to me	P
But do it whatever it happens to be '	-
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'And now ' said the teacher 'the day's task brings	Q
Consideration of practical things	Q
If a man makes a profit of fifteen pounds	R
On one week's takings from two milk rounds	R
How many ' And Sym went dreaming away	S
To the sunlit lands where the field mice play	S
And wrens hold revel the livelong day	S
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He walked in the welcoming fields alone	T
While from far far away came the pedagogue's drone	T
'If a man makes Multiply Abstract nouns	U
From B take Population of towns	U
Rods poles or perches Derived from Greek	A
Oh the hawthorn buds came out this week	A
And robins are nesting down by the creek	A
	-
So Sym was head of his class not once	V
And his aunt repeatedly dubbed him 'Dunce '	-
But 'Give him a chance ' said his father Joi	W
'His head is abnormally large for a boy '	-
But his aunt said 'Piffie It's crammed with bosh	X
Why he don't know the rivers and mountains of Gosh	X
Nor the names of the nephews of good King Splosh '	-
	-
In Gosh when a youth gets an obstinate look	A
And copies his washing bill into a book	A
And blackens his boot heels and frowns at a joke	A
'Ah he's getting sense ' say the elderly folk	A
But Sym he would laugh when he ought to be sad	Y
Said his aunt 'Lawk a mussy What's wrong with the lad	Y
He romps with the puppies and talks to the ants	Z
And keeps his loose change in his second best pants	Z
And stumbles all over my cauliflower plants '	-
	-
'There is wisdom in that ' laughed the father Joi	W
But the aunt said 'Toity ' and 'Drat the boy '	-
'He shall play ' said the father 'some noble part	A2
Who knows but it may be in letters or art	A2
'Tis a dignified business to make folk think '	-
But the aunt cried 'What Go messing with ink	A
And smear all his fingers and take to drink	A
Paint hussies and cows and end in the clink '	-
	-
So the argument ran but one bright Spring day	S
Sym settled it all in his own strange way	S
''Tis a tramp ' he announced 'I've decided to be	P
And I start next Monday at twenty to three '	-
When the aunt recovered she screamed 'A tramp	B2
A low lived pilfering idle scamp	B2
Who steals people's washing and sleeps in the damp '	-
	-
Sharp to the hour Sym was ready and dressed	C2
'Young birds ' sighed the father 'must go from the nest	C2
When the green moss covers those stones you tread	O
When the green grass whispers above my head	O
Mark well wherever your path may turn	D2
They have reached the valley of peace who learn	D2
That wise hearts cherish what fools may spurn '	-
	-
So Sym went off and a year ran by	C
And the father said with a smile masked sigh	C
'It is meet that the young should leave the nest '	-
Said the aunt 'Don't spill that soup on your vest	C2
Nor mention his name He's our one disgrace	B
And he's probably sneaking around some place	B
With fuzzy black whiskers all over his face '	-
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But under a hedge by a flowering peach	E2
A youth with a little blue wren held speech	E2
With his back to a tree and his feet in the grass	F2
He watched the thistle down drift and pass	F2
And the cloud puffs borne on a lazy breeze	D
Move by on their errand above the trees	D
Into the vault of the mysteries	D
	-
'Now teach me little blue wren ' said he	P
''Tis you can unravel this riddle for me	P
I am 'mazed by the gifts of this kindly earth	G2
Which of them all has the greatest worth '	-
He flirted his tail as he answered then	H2
He bobbed and he bowed to his coy little hen	H2
'Why sunlight and worms ' said the little blue wren	H2

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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