"
"A square deal!" saith the patient Bear,
With ready repartee.
And now doth mighty Theodore
For slaughter raise his gun;
A flash, a bang, an ursine roar--
The dready deed is done!
And now the kodaks thirty-four
In chorus click as one.
The big brown bruin stricken falls
And in his juices lies;
His blood is spent, yet deep content
Beams from his limpid eyes.
"Congratulations, dear old pal!"
He murmurs as he dies.
From Cripple Creek and Soda Springs,
Gun Gulch and Gunnison,
A-foot, a-sock, the people flock
To see that deed of gun;
And parents bring huge families
To show what _they_ have done.
In the damp corse stands Theodore
And takes a hand of each,
As loud and long the happy throng
Cries, "Speech!" again and "Speech!"
Which pleaseth well King Theodore,
Whose practice is to preach.
"Good friends," he says, "lead outdoor lives
And Fame you yet may see--
Just look at Lincoln, Washington,
And great Napoleon B.
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