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This is a parody on "Excelsior" the famous poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
EXCELSIOR: THE SHADES OF NIGHT
The shades of night were falling fast
And the rain was falling faster,
When through an Alpine village passed
An Alpine village pastor;
A youth who bore mid snow and ice
A bird that wouldn't chirrup,
And a banner, with the strange device -
"Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup."
''Beware the pass," the old man said,
"My bold and desperate fellah;
Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
And you'll want your umberella;
And the roaring torrent is deep and wide -
You may hear how it washes."
But still that clarion voice replied:
"I've got my old goloshes."
"Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest
(For the wind blows from the nor'ward)
Thy weary head upon my breast -
And please don't think me forward."
A tear stood in his bright blue eye
And gladly he would have tarried;
But still he answered with a sigh:
'"Unhappily I'm married."
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