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 —