The Single Hound

IV. Fame Is A Fickle Food

IV.

Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate,
Until you make your butler
Take it, and bring cake,

Whose crumbs your friends inspect
And, happy with your switch,
Praise the fancy icing,
And their love for you—now rich.

 

The actual with interpretation.

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