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Show I Uncle Walt DRSA1Y OLD A0B. I'm srewtns old. That fiu forlerii brines to my eyse Um toon. Tee awielc of th dinner bora no lonfsr ctaarme my ' ears. I'm summoned to this sroenlns board, and wo with rjnrlaw feet, and lan-uldly I take my sword and can- the fragrant moat. I nibble at tha lately late-ly roast. I cars not for tha hash: I tn not hungry for the toast, the earn or sur-rotsah. And when I've eaten some-thine some-thine hot mv stomach breaks Its thills, and lies Itself into a knot and makes demand de-mand for Dills. Ah mo! Ah vou! Ah Richard Roe! I full of learnings am for dear, dead davs of long ago. whan I could eat a ham! When I was young my appetite was equal to tha fray: I ate all day and dreamed all ntght of grub that got swsv. And when 1 heard tha braes horn's screams that raited to moat and pie. I vaulted over trees and streams, and fences eight feet high. Ho kmger comfort do I find In dinner trumpet s blare: nor do I with contented mind ! -cuss the bill of fan. |