![]() There's a certain Mr. Dennis Who is raking in the pennies By the simple art of writing what the public knows as "pomes." You will find him in the trenches, On the workers' bunks and benches, And up and down the contry in a million happy homes. The betting twelve to ten is We shall hear of Mr. Dennis When the other writers round him to oblivion are hurled, For -- I say it to his glory -- When he tells the old, old story He can tell it like a Master in a way that wins the world. Hats off to Mr. Dennis! Though his progress be a menace To the premier position of the poets of the past, We can hardly fail to greet him, In whatever book we meet him, For he builds on sure foundations with materials that last.
"W.H.O"
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