TOBACCO LEAVES 



And her sneers at his legs 

 So embittered the dregs 

 Of life's cup ; it was clear Pan was going 

 to pot. 



One morning he grew 



So pressing, she flew 



To Minerva, or some one, to help her in 

 need; 



And, obtaining her change, 



In a manner most strange, 

 Rushed into the water and turned to a reed- 



On seeing which, Pan, 

 Like a sensible man, 

 Just cut her at once and invented the 



pipe; 



Which ever since then 

 Is by all jilted men 



Held the best cure for love of which 

 smoke is the type. 



Fun. 

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