Nothing to Eat by Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899

Who'll care? why the author of this ugly poem-- He'll care--for a reason--that all of you read it-- He'll care for the cash you'll give--Oh! how he needs it-- (Oh! what would you give, ladies dear, just to know him?--)

But that, by your leave, by the aid of the elf The printer employs, he will keep to himself.

He knows, if you knew him, what fate he would meet; At every table you'd give him--nothing to eat.

Excuse then, dear ladies, the author his shyness, And accept his conge at the end of this

FINIS.

End of Project Gutenberg's Nothing to Eat, by Horatio Alger [supposed]