I

A grateful nation's thanks are due

To Arethusa and to you---

To her who dauntless at your side

Pneumonia and Flue defied

With phials of formaldehyde!

II

Chief of Police were you, by gosh!

Gol ding it! how you bumped the Boche!

Handed 'em one with club and gun

Until the Hun was on the run:

And that's the way the war was won.

III

Easthampton's pride! My homage take

For Fairest Philadelphia's sake.

Retire in company with Bill;

Rest by the Racquet's window sill

And, undisturbed, consume your pill.

ENVOI

When Cousin Feenix started west

And landed east, he did his best;

And so I've done my prettiest

To make this rhyme long overdue;

For Arethusa and for you.

R. W. C.




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