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Over the man the street car ran, / And the driver did never grin. / "O killer of men, pray tell me when / Your laughter means to begin.
"Ten years to a day I've observed you slay, / And I never have missed before / Your jubilant peals as your crunching wheels / Were spattered with human gore.
"Why is it, my boy, that you smother your joy, / And why do you make no sign / Of the merry mind that is dancing behind / A solemner face than mine?"
The driver replied: "I would laugh till I cried / If I had bisected you; / But I'd like to explain, if I can for the pain, / 'T is myself that I've cut in two."