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 Be eloquent in praise of the very dull old days which have long since passed away, And convince 'em, if you can, that the reign of good was Culture's palmiest day. Of course you will pooh-pooh whatever's fresh and new, and declare it's crude and mean, And that Art stopped short in the cultivated court of the.
 * And everyone will say,
 * As you walk your mystic way,

"If that's not good enough for him which is good enough for me, Why, what a very cultivated kind of youth this kind of youth must be!"

Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your languid spleen, An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not-too-French French bean. Though the Philistines may jostle, you will rank as an apostle in the high æsthetic band, If you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your mediæval hand.
 * And everyone will say.
 * As you walk your flowery way,

"If he's content with a vegetable love which would certainly not suit me, Why, what a most particularly pure young man this pure young man must be!"