Puffs

Puffs.
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(With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling and Professor Morse Stephens.)
He smokes smokes – – smokes-smokes, amokin’ over Berkeley!
Smokes-smokes-smokes-smokes, smo in’ over Berkeley! smok-
(Puft-puft-puff putt, breathing in and out again!)
There’s no end to his cigars!

Seven-six-eleven-five, twenty-nine cl- gars today-
Four-six-eleven-seventeen- -thirty-two the day before-
(Puff-puff puff-puff, out again!) breathing in and
There’s no end to his cigars!
An’ there’s no end to his cigars.

Can’t-can’t-can’t-can’t, see aught else front of him.
(Puff-puft-puff-puff, breathing in and again!)
Boys boys boys boys go mad with watchin’ him.
An’ there’s no end to his cigars,

We-can-stick-out-Durham, plug or cigaretes,
But-not-not-not-not the chronic sight of him-
(Puff-puff-puft-puff, breathing in and out again!)
An’ there’s no end to his cigars.

Taint-so-bad-by-day because of his- tory.
But-night-brings-a-rest from recita- tlons
(Puff-puff-puff-puft, breathing in and out again!)
There’s no end to his cigars!

I-‘ave-passed-six-weeks now in his company.
It-is-not-hard-exes, work or anything,
(Puff-puff-puft-puft, breathing in and
An out again!) ‘
An’ there’s no end to his cigars.