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They disappoint the bright-eyed dons
Who beamed with glee in hopes to find
(They cannot tell their geese from swans)
The "sterling heart," the "radiant mind."
They beamed with glee in hopes to find—
But all aghast in vain they seek
The "sterling heart," the "radiant mind"
Whereof my testimonials speak.
All aghast in vain they seek,
And finding I am not the sort
Whereof my testimonials speak
The dons have gone back to their port.
Finding I am not the sort,
Their kindly zeal availing not,
The dons have gone back to their port
Feeling, perhaps, a trifle hot.
Their kindly zeal availing not
The fauteuils nearest to the grill
(Feeling, perhaps, a trifle hot)
My testimonial-writers fill.
