"Ah, you darlings, Plish and Plum!
We must part—the hour has come—
On this very spot, right here,
Where we four, this time last year,
Were united, by the pond,
In a sweet and solemn bond.
May your life in peace be led,
With beefsteak for daily bread."
Now all this was seen by Sly,
Just then happening to pass by.
"Very pleasant," mutters he,
"Yes, no doubt, but not for me."

Envy, like a poisoned dart,
Stung him to the very heart.
All before him misty grows;
Legs give way and back he goes,
Down into the oozy damp;

Quenched forever is life's lamp!
Left alone upon the shore,
Quickened by his breath no more,
Faintly gleams the expiring soul
Of the pipe within the bowl;
One blue cloud I see ascend,
Futt! the tale is at an