At his suppers of excellent cheer.
Blooming now as a Junior swell heavy,
He found that his purse was a sec;
Not a dime was he able to Levy,
And the tailors all laughed at his check.
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So his thoughts became deeper and darker,
As he sat there in sackcloth and ash;
For his friends were all dining chez Parker, -
Alas! he lacked the requisite cash.
He arose, and despairingly wandered
Out into the black stormy night,
And his footsteps approached, as he pondered,
To the waters that seemed to invite.
There he looked on the future before him,
On the stream with a chill and shiver,
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