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Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! I reign a king of cheer. A throne have I of padded leather, A little court of kiddies three, A wife who smiles whate’er the weather, A feast of muffins, jam and tea.

The table cleared, a romping battle, A fairy tale, a “Children, bed,” A kiss, a hug, a hush of prattle