A Growler

A Growler
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He fusses at the walter
Who brings his morning eggs,
He blesses out the “newsle”
Who, cold and ragged, begs
That he will buy a paper,
And on the trolley car
He grumbles to his neighbor
At every little jar

He storms into his office,
Abuses all the clerks,
The office boy, the porter,
And everyone who works
Beneath his eye, and raises
Such unabated Cain,
He fills just by his presence
The neighborhood with pain

He never lets up growling,
No matter what befalls;
If pleased, he growls in sotto,
If mad, he simply brawls,
He’s nearly always frowning- Was never known to sing
And yet, his ugly manners
Don’t get him anything!