THE DAY OF THE COMET

Here it is — Eighteenth of May!

Dawneth now the fatal day

When we take the awful veil

Of the fearsome comet's tail.

Vale, Earth!

What will happen, heaven knows;

We can n't even guess, suppose,

Hazard, speculate, surmise,

Hint, conjecture, theorize,

Or divine.

Will we merely drill a hole

Through the trailing aureole?

Or will the prediction dire

Of a world destroyed by fire

Be fulfilled?

Shall we crook our knees and pray

Counting this the Judgment Day?

Or preserve a cosmic ca'm,

Caring not a cosmic dam

What may come?

There's the rub. If we but knew

We should know just what to do.

Yes is just as good as No

To all questions. Here we go!—

Hang on tight!