Issue 14, Autumn 1956
Another night of lunacy!
Another full and drunken moon
And I the dwarf and she the bear
To animate the sad cartoon.
It’s too bad she’s an animal—
A trained observer of my ways
Forced to amuse an unskilled mob
Expectorating whistling praise.
She doesn’t even hibernate
But helps me grub along all year—
Living off peanuts thrown to her
A bleak comedian, I fear.