Types of Pan

And it hurts to see their utter Lack o' lustre when they lamp us. It seems so sad to net 'em And to pin 'em down to cases When they look so cute in Arden With their fripperies and laces. The Exact Attitude I Lie supine upon my back When I astronomize; The blissful ignoramus prone Can con the starry skies. Ah, lucky dub, so prone to lie! While if I lie too prone, I either must geologize Or fracture my backbone. The Estivation Of Bobes Hibernation, they find it good, Big black bears in a wintry wood; Bores run loose while the deep snows stay, Summer sends 'em to hit the hay; Profs and pedagogues activate While all the little studes jubilate. Bears grow thinner when they hole up, Sleep all winter with never a sup. Profs grow fat under summer skies, Fed on fishes and berry pies. Bores hole up on a double ration; Nothing suits 'em like aestivation. In Flapper Time I Love the merry, merry spring, When winter long has lasted; Now every flapper ? cunning thing! ? Has some lad flappergasted. RERUM 41 'T is now they lose their callow wits, T is now the purse string looses, To buy those rich banana splits For flappergastric juices ! To Peace He serves thee ill that brings but loud Lap service to thy altar, And worships with vain minstrelsy, The sackbut and the psalter. For every man must pay his tithe Of blood and tears or toil: Some pay it on the stricken fie...