Oh, Editor, Editor,
Oh, Editor, Editor, Awful and grand, Who holdest our fate In the palm of thy hand, Dost ever reflect How one day thy ghost To an Editor awf'ler And grander will post? Before him a great Golden scroll is spread wide, And a bottomless waste-basket Yawns at his side. With a swift searching glance He reads through thy soul, Then he looks at the basket, Then looks at the scroll; He purses his lips And nibbles his pen, And frowns for one long Awful moment--and then-- Oh, Editor!--think! if thy Poor crumpled soul Fall into the basket And not in the scroll!
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