Rear Admiral Sims

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Title:     Rear Admiral Sims
Author: Edward Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

A Dukedom, and not one the worse for wear,
Has Sims well earned by service to the King.
'Tis said at court, Howe's spirit following
The ocean still, found Sims his natural heir
And said: "Swap souls; and, that the swap be fair,
Give me to boot, the bone of Freedom's wing,
To make the skyey bird a hobbling thing
In marshes, where the ignisfatus flare."

The Eagle with his eye and pinion, trained
For mateship with the sun, twitched at a sting.
Amazed to find a "cootie" on his wing,
And that the insect dreamed, it was ordained
By race heredity to serve the King--
He shook his plume and azured, unprofained.

[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: Rear Admiral Sims

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