It was six men of Hindustan To learning much inclined, Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind) That each by observation Might satisfy the mind.

And so these men of Hindustan Disputed loud and long, Each in his own opinion Exceeding stiff and strong, Though each was partly in the right And all were in the wrong. So oft in theologic wars, The disputants, I ween, Rail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean, And prate about an Elephant Not one of them has seen!

Again I hear the creaking step! — He's rapping at the door! — Too well I know the boding soundThat ushers in a bore.

In vain I speak of urgent tasks;In vain I scowl and pout;A frown is no extinguisher — It does not put him out!

He takes the strangest liberties — But never takes his leave!

Young men! it 's a critical thing to goExactly right with a lady in tow;But when you are in the proper track,Just go ahead, and never look back!

Don't use strong drink, — pray let me advise, — It 's bad for the stomach, and ruins the eyes;

INGLORIOUS friend! most confident I amThy life is one of very little ease;Albeit men mock thee with their similesAnd prate of being "happy as a clam!"

"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"So Sancho Panza said, and so say I.