"To-morrow is the time I get my pay — My uncle’s sword is hanging in the hall — I see a little cloud all pink and grey — Perhaps the rector’s mother will not call — I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall That mushrooms could be cooked another way — I never read the works of Juvenal — I think I will not hang myself to-day.The world will have another washing day; The decadents decay; the pedants pall; And H. G. Wells has found that children play, And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall; Rationalists are growing rational — And through thick woods one finds a stream astray, So secret that the very sky seems small — I think I will not hang myself to-day."