Now Charles Augustus Ferdinand
Was a well-meaning, sensible kind of a man;
He wished to do something to please every one,--
But he never did it, because it couldn't be done.
When first from his tutor released he ran
Like other young scions, a terrible dance of extravagance through,
Then settled as calm as a well behaved man
At Number Thirteen, Begonia Square, Queen Anne style;
And that's why the people were shocked to the core
In his twenty-sixth year when they called at his door,
And saw, on a card by an old-fashioned hat,
These terrible words, "What has happened to that?"