Explore "To Dr. F. W. R" by Eugene Field on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
If I were rich enough to buy / A case of wine (though I abhor it), / I'd send a quart of extra dry / And willingly get trusted for it.
But, lackaday! _You_ know that I'm / As poor as Job's historic turkey -- / In lieu of Mumm, accept this rhyme, / An honest gift though somewhat jerky.