Honor to the vié mèss
To th’ol mores
Honor to the priceless to the salutary
Tokens of posterity
To them my infinite piety
To us, watching the world In “striking shorthand” Headless
Escaped with h’ head Like so in full-mid’dee sun he says
In full-mid’dee madness As expected
Lost lòss consciousness th’ big-big zange dèkdèk th’ great good-angel gone coocoo
Th’ mid’dee espritheaves