Envoi

Now don't go and say you'd a dim
Idea of these stories before,
For I've frankly confessed them from Grimm,
The monarch of magical lore:

And if, by repeating, I took
Your time, I will candidly vow
This moral (the last in the book)
Has never been published till now!


The Moral: The skeleton's Grimm,
But I have supplied the apparel,
So it's fifty per cent, of it Him,
And it's fifty per cent. of it Carryl.
But still (from the personal severing,
For it isn't my nature to grump,)
I acknowledge a measure of Levering
Levering-ed the whole of the lump!

Guy Wetmore Carryl

Guy Wetmore Carryl was an American humorist and poet born on March 4, 1873. He was known for his humorous poetry and prose that often provided a satirical look at contemporary society. His most notable works include collections such as "Mother Goose for Grown-ups" and "Grimm Tales Made Gay." Carryl's witty and engaging style made him a popular literary figure in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He passed away at a young age on April 1, 1904.

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Once on a time, long years ago
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And lots of other odds and ends
For gentleman and lady friends.
(I think it takes a deal of sense
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Of the many debts he made
Not a one was ever paid,
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