Evangeline (Poe)

Do tell when shall we make common sense men out of the owl-eyed pundits

Out of The Frog-faced stupid old God-born Pundits who lost in a fog-bank

Strut about all along shore there somewhere close by the Down East

Frog Duck Pond munching of pea nuts and pumpkins and buried in big-wigs

Why ask who ever yet saw money made out of a fat old

Jew or downright upright nutmegs out of a pine-knot