To Aristius Fuscus [Fuscus, old scout...]

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Title:     To Aristius Fuscus [Fuscus, old scout...]
Author: Bert Leston Taylor [More Titles by Taylor]

"Integer vitae scelerisque purus."

Fuscus, old scout, if a guy's on the level
That's all the arsenal he'll have to tote;
Up to St. Peter or down to the Devil,
No need to carry a gun in his coat.

Prowling around, as you know is my habit,
I met a wolf in the forest, and he
Beat it for Wolfville and ran like a rabbit.
(He was some wolf, too, receive it from me.)

Where I may happen to camp is no matter,--
Paris, Chicago, Ostend or St. Joe,--
Like the old dame in the nursery patter
I shall make music wherever I go.

Drop me in Dawson or chuck me in Cadiz,
Dump me in Kansas or plant me in Rome,--
I shall keep on making love to the ladies:
Where there's a skirt is my notion of home.

[The end]
Bert Leston Taylor's poem: To Aristius Fuscus

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