4 BALLADE OF TRIPOS FEVER
You won't paint the universe blue,
You won't paint the universe red,
You'd better join in with us two :—
“The Trip! and I wish I were dead.”
ENVOI
Princess, if they ever exhume,
From the Corn Exchange, me, and we wed,
I shall make this poor joke, with a bloom
Of happiness which, I assume,
You will not consider ill-bred,
As we book for the Land of the Oom :—
“The Trip! and I wish I were dead.”