Cliff Klingenhagen

Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine  

With him one day; and after soup and meat,  

And all the other things there were to eat,  

Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine  

And one with wormwood. Then, without a sign

For me to choose at all, he took the draught  

Of bitterness himself, and lightly quaffed  

It off, and said the other one was mine.  

And when I asked him what the deuce he meant  

By doing that, he only looked at me

And smiled, and said it was a way of his.  

And though I know the fellow, I have spent  

Long time a-wondering when I shall be  

As happy as Cliff Klingenhagen is.