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Prolific authors, noble three, / I do my derby off to ye.
_Selected_, dear old chap, who knows / The quantity of verse and prose / That you have signed in all these years! / You've dulled how many thousand shears! / You've filled, at a tremendous rate, / A million miles of "boiler plate" -- / A wreath of laurel for your brow! / A stirrup-cup to you -- here's how!
And you, dear _Ibid_. Ah, you wrote / Too many things for me to quote, / Though Bartlett, of quotation fame, / Plays up your unpoetic name / More than he did to Avon's bard. / Your stuff's on every page, old pard. / Bouquets to you the writer flings; / You wrote a lot of dandy things.
And you, O last, O greatest one, / A word with you, and I have done / Your, dear _Exchange_, that ever floats / Around with verses, anecdotes, / And jokes. Oh, what a lot you sign / (Quite frequently a thing of mine). / Why, it would not be very strange / If I should see this signed -- _Exchange_.
O favourite authors, wondrous three, / I do my derby off to ye!