’Mark Twain!’
said the man on the mountain,
who spoke to the glorious sea.
An eagle disrupted his counting;
He judged “Owman’y mohr thdt’ll bea”
The eagle and he were an eyeful,
The one going this way and that;
Asking the sea to excuse him,
the trav'ler removed his hat.
The eagle said: ‘What are you doing,
and how much of his do you own?’
The man returned, rather stately:
‘I trust that you’ll leave me alone’
The eagle turned into an angel
And let a scurrilous sound
The man for a moment dumbfounded
First stared, then looked around
“I linger with him that’s forgiven,
Don’t know much more that can be,
I know you’ll watch me keep going,
Please know that’s not all that I see.”