Black Beetles in Amber

There was a cranky Governor—

His name it wasn't Waterman.

For office he was hotter than

The love of any lover, nor

Was Boruck's threat of aiding him

Effective in dissuading him—

This pig-headed, big-headed, singularly self-conceited Governor Nonwaterman.

To citrus fairs, et cætera,

He went about philandering,

To pride of parish pandering.

He knew not any better—ah,

His early education had

Not taught the abnegation fad—

The wool-witted, bull-witted, fabulously feeble-minded king of gabble-gandering!

He conjured up, ad libitum,

With postures energetical,

One day (this is prophetical)

His graces, to exhibit 'em.

He straddled in each attitude,

Four parallels of latitude—

The slab-footed, crab-footed, galloping gregarian, of presence unæsthetical!

An ancient cow, perceiving that

His powers of agility

Transcended her ability

(A circumstance for grieving at)

Upon her horns engrafted him

And to the welkin wafted him—

The high-rolling, sky-rolling, hurtling hallelujah-lad of peerless volatility!