Loster

To market, to market, to market you went,
Leaving me in a mood of confusion!
All this “Ha!” and this “Hee!”
And this well-watered tree—
Oh my hat! Is it all an illusion?
Only this I know true,
You are happy clear through
And nothing could ever be better.
So water your tree,— or let it be me;
I could not be loster or wetter!

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