Classic Poem

The Mugwump sat on a hickory limb,
— Too-hoo! —
In the autumn twilight, dank and dim,
— Too-hoo! —
When, coming along, a Democrat heard
The doleful voice of the curious bird
Sadly moaning this wild, weird word,
— Too-hoo! —

— Oh, why do you sit on that limb and cry
— Too-hoo? —
Does it mean a lingering, last good-by —
Adieu?
You 've been our guest a paltry year,
And now you are going to disappear
With a parting flip-flop, sad and sear —
Boo-hoo! —
But the Mugwump scorned the Democrat's wail,
— Too-hoo! —
And flirting its false, fantastic tail,
— Too-hoo! —
It spread its wings and it soared away,
And left the Democrat in dismay,
With no pitch hot and the devil to pay —