THE NIGHT BEFORE.31 Jan 2019 05:57
'Twas the night before hook up, when all through the sea,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a pee,
The risers were hung by the stern with care,
In hopes that Aoka Mizu soon would be there;
The investors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of £ signs danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long nights nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should see,
But a miniature oil barrel from Lancaster sea,
With a little old driver, so lively and in a trice
I knew in a moment it must be the good doctor, Robert Trice
More rapid than eagles his oil fields they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Lancaster! now, Halifax! now, Warick and Whirlwind!
On, Strathmore ! on ! on, Lincoln and Lanfax
To the top of the well! to the top of the well!
Now flow away! flow away! flow away all!"
As all the oil that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, and gush to the sky,
So up to the ship top the barrels they flew,
With the boat full of oil, and RT too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the door
The prancing and chanting, we need a bigger bore,
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down from the chopper the doctor came with a bound.
He was dressed all in foil, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with the colour of soot
A bundle of shares he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a investor just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin from where I don't know,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and was eating honey
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of money.
He was jolly and happy, a right jolly old sole
And I laughed when I saw the size of the well hole,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the barrels; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the value curve he rose;
He sprang to his chopper, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY FIRST OIL TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT
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