Oh! What a discomfort from morning till night!
What a frustration from day to day!
To appear with the look of an armed robber,
Just to abide by the established rules, ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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