Hit on some trick crepuscular,
Like smudge or smoke, and there you are!
They'll mouth, and call you "Master." So
You're sure--in time--to be a go.
You will catch on, and sell, although
Your meaning not a soul may know,--
_Chorus_--Tra-la-la! "Boom" to-day!
[_Ad libitum._

IV.

If Humour is your little line,
Coherent sense you must resign,
Cry, "Paradox alone's divine!
LAMB had _his_ manner, _this_ is Mine!"
Try strain and twist; gnaw the dry bone
Of mirth till all the marrow's gone;
And crowds, who first stared like a stone,
Your "subtle genius" soon will own.
_Chorus_--Tra-la! We "boom" to-day!
[_Ad nauseam._

V.

Is the Dramatic "biz" preferred?
There you may "boom" it like a bird.
Turn on the Absolute-Absurd;
By that strange tap the mob is stirred.
Be dismal, deathly, dirty, dim;
Grovelling, ghastly, gruesome, grim,