Ten thousand years may slowly roll
But ne'er will Webbie come again.
Platonic souls may change each May,
But gone is now the spelling nigger.
He knew enough, traditions say,
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And even could a little "figger."
For eight long years he never missed,
This little scion of old Burmah;
But now his like is ever missed, -
So let him R. I. P. sempiterna.