Classic Poem

S UPERINTINDINT wuz Flannigan;
Boss av the siction wuz Finnigin;
Whiniver the kyars got offen the thrack
An' muddled up things t' th' divil an' back,
Finnigin writ it to Flannigan,
Afther the wreck wuz all on agin;
That is, this Finnigin
Repoorted to Flannigan.

Whin Finnigin furst writ to Flannigan,
He writed tin pages — did Finnigin,
An' he tould jist how the smash occurred;
Full minny a tajus, blunderin' wurrd
Did Finnigin write to Flannigan
Afther the kyars had gone on agin.
That wuz how Finnigin
Repoorted to Flannigan.

Now Flannigan knowed more than Finnigin —
He'd more idjucation — had Flannigan;
An' it wore'm clane an' complately out
To tell what Finnigin writ about
In his writin' to Musther Flannigan.
So he writed back to Finnigin:
" Don't do sich a sin agin;
Make 'em brief, Finnigin! "

Whin Finnigin got this from Flannigan,
He blushed rosy rid — did Finnigin;
An' he said: " I'll gamble a whole month's pa-ay
That it will be minny an' minny a da-ay
Befoore Sup'rintindint, that's Flannigan,
Gits a whack at this very same sin agin.
From Finnigin to Flannigan
Repoorts won't be long agin. "

Wan da-ay on the siction av Finnigin,
On the road sup'rintinded be Flannigan,
A rail gave way on a bit av a curve
An' some kyars wint off as they made the shwerve.
" There's nobody hurted, " sez Finnigin,
" But repoorts must be made to Flannigan. "
An' he winked at McGorrigan,
As married a Finnigin.

He wuz shantyin' thin, wuz Finnigin,
As minny a railroader's been agin,
An' the shmoky ol' lamp wuz burnin' bright
In Finnigin's shanty all that night —
Bilin' down his repoort, wuz Finnigin!
An' he writed this here: " Musther Flannigan:
Off agin, on agin,
Gone agin. — Finnigin. "