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Show N!NETY-NINE IN THE SHADE A MICS'JMMER OPE Ob for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! Oh fur an iceberg or two at control! Ob for a valo which at midday tho dew cumbers! Oh for a pleasure trip up to the Polu! Oh for a little one-story thermometer, With nothing but Zeros all ranged in a row! Oh for a big doubl ;-lan e"od hydrometer, hydro-meter, To measure the moiatura that ro'.ls from my brow! Oh that this cold world was twenty times colderl (That's irouy red-hot it seemed to me,) Oh for a turn of its dreiid--d coU ihoulder! Oh what comfort an ague would bt:! Oh for a grotlo lo typify Heaven, Scooped in tho rock under cataract vast! Oh for a Winter of discontent even! Oh for wet blankets judiciously cast! Oh for a soda-fount spouting up boldly, From every hot lamp-post against tuo hot sky! Oh for a proud maiden to look nn me coldly, Freezing my roul with a glance of bor eyi! Then oh for a taste from a cup of "cold pizen!" And oh for a re&ling-placo in the coM grave! Wiih a bath in the Styx, where the thick shadow lioa on, I And deepens the chiil ol its dark running run-ning wave! |