You won't be hurried, and you can't be flurried, and you're always as
cool as a cucumber.
Can a little 'un like me, your own child, don't you see, such a smart
pioneer as are _you_ cumber?
You, the modern Theseus? Where's your Ariadne? Oh, I know you are cool,
and clever.
Yet I feel a doubt. When _shall_ we get out?--which I _can't_ go on
wandering for ever!

_Mazemaster loquitur_:--

Poor little man! Yes, I _had_ a plan, and a perfectly plain one, too, boy;
But--I fear--for a moment--I've--lost the clue! Ah! I'm awfully sorry for
_you_ boy!
You have been on your feet for a precious long time, and all this
roundaboutation,
_Is_ "_plusquam_-Thucydidean," perhaps, and at any rate mean aggravation.
But you'll please understand I'm a very "cool hand;" there's abundance of
"humour" about me,
And though for a jiffy I _seem_ at a loss, don't you come for to go for to
doubt me.

'Tis most complicated, this Miz-Maze! I've stated the clue I've let slip
for a moment,
And LABBY, no doubt, and his henchmen, will shout and indulge in invidious
comment:
The _Times_, too, may gird, and declare 'tis absurd not to know _one's own
Labyrinth_ better.
The _Times_ is my friend, but a trifle too fond of the goad and the scourge
and the fetter;