VAGARY.
Vagary is stalking all over the land,His home is a hut, or a palace most grand.Whatever his folly, no matter how wild,Some one will accept it, by it, be beguiled.Vagary once built a “Home” on a hill,And hoped that his dupes his coffers would fill.This “Home” was a refuge for those in distress,And, judging by numbers, it was a success.He promised a cure for each ache, and each ill.With lame, halt, and blind, the “Home” did soon fill.Vagary was doctor, vagary was nurse,And if at the door stood ever a hearse,No comment was made, and it soon disappeared.Respect had Vagary, and no one e’er sneered.Vagary was doctor, and if patient he killedNo one made remark, and the place was soon filled.Vagary discovered an underground mineCalled “Bonnevinterre” a lake of pure wine.“Like sheep to the slaughter,” the people all rushed,The mine proved a myth, and their hopes were all crushed.Vagary then started a charity scheme,To write all the bylaws took a full reamOf “Fool’s Cap” commercial; for written thereonWere benefits gained, and dividends won.“O help the poor widows and orphans” he cried,And money flowed in on every side.Vagary was treasurer, and bookkeeper too,Received all the dividends when they were due.The widows got little, the orphans still less,He ever was talking of their great distress.Vagary grew richer, and richer each day,For charity well managed, ever will pay.He next discovered a marvelous light,Compared to it, e’en the sun was as night.Directly all other lights became dim,As usual, the money poured in unto him.He now with the highest magnates took rank,For money he had in every bank.But magnates, like others, sometime must die,And in the same earth with poverty lie.Vagary grew ill, and gave up the ghost,But with his last breath he still made the boastThat every ill on earth he could cure.And even though dying, did many allure.
Vagary is stalking all over the land,His home is a hut, or a palace most grand.Whatever his folly, no matter how wild,Some one will accept it, by it, be beguiled.Vagary once built a “Home” on a hill,And hoped that his dupes his coffers would fill.This “Home” was a refuge for those in distress,And, judging by numbers, it was a success.He promised a cure for each ache, and each ill.With lame, halt, and blind, the “Home” did soon fill.Vagary was doctor, vagary was nurse,And if at the door stood ever a hearse,No comment was made, and it soon disappeared.Respect had Vagary, and no one e’er sneered.Vagary was doctor, and if patient he killedNo one made remark, and the place was soon filled.Vagary discovered an underground mineCalled “Bonnevinterre” a lake of pure wine.“Like sheep to the slaughter,” the people all rushed,The mine proved a myth, and their hopes were all crushed.Vagary then started a charity scheme,To write all the bylaws took a full reamOf “Fool’s Cap” commercial; for written thereonWere benefits gained, and dividends won.“O help the poor widows and orphans” he cried,And money flowed in on every side.Vagary was treasurer, and bookkeeper too,Received all the dividends when they were due.The widows got little, the orphans still less,He ever was talking of their great distress.Vagary grew richer, and richer each day,For charity well managed, ever will pay.He next discovered a marvelous light,Compared to it, e’en the sun was as night.Directly all other lights became dim,As usual, the money poured in unto him.He now with the highest magnates took rank,For money he had in every bank.But magnates, like others, sometime must die,And in the same earth with poverty lie.Vagary grew ill, and gave up the ghost,But with his last breath he still made the boastThat every ill on earth he could cure.And even though dying, did many allure.