In Residence

BALLADE OF BICYCLING LITTLE use to weep over a spill, When you chance to collide with a chap In a cart at the foot of a hill, Or a clergyman out in a trap ; It is better to meet a mishap With philosophy noble and sound, And steer for Fortunia’s lap : “ Hi, Mister, your wheel’s goin’ round !” Though Jack may be followed by Jill, On the slope, a man’s claret to tap ; There’s a way that is made by a will, Like a river turned on from a tap. You may cover the whole of the map, Your face with the sunlight is browned, You smile when boys shout, with a clap,! Hi, Mister, your wheel’s goin’ round !” Thus good is the converse of ill (Such truths are the moralist’s pap), And turbot makes excellent brill ; Verse goes with a tang and a snap. 1 The phrase is adverbial.