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O Washington! (O Reader, hast thou not

In readin’ high-toned poems wrote for show,

Observed how many of them start with “O?”

Well, anyhow, there is an awful lot.)

The noble deeds thou wrought’st are not forgot

But serve to make thy name, where’er we go,

A household word. If all they say is so

Thou didst some mighty clever stunts. That’s what!

And yet, thy fame belongest to thy dad;

Thou shinest by reflected light, forsooth,

For thou ’rt the only boy that ever had

A pa who, when his son dared tell the truth

About some kiddish prank didst not get mad

And lamm him! O thou heaven-protected youth!