Oh, king of the fiddle, Wilhelmj,
If truly you love me, just tellmj;
Just answer my sigh
By the glance of your eye,
Be honest, and don’t try to sellmj.
With rapture your music did thrillmj;
With pleasure supreme did it fillmj,
And if I could believe
That you meant to deceive--
Wilhelmj, I think it would killmj.
Among the thousand and one “good things” that Burdette has given us,
none contains more of his genuine, characteristic humor than his