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Wilfred
GEORGE S. CHAPPELL
Wilfred dotes on every Art;
Likes to take them all apart;
Knows just how a landscape's made;
So much sun to so much shade,
And, in an orchestral wail,
Spots the diatonic scale.
He, in fact, all Art dissects
And—when it is wrong—corrects.
"Strange," I often think, "that he
Should so uncreative be."
Yet I really blame him not,
For he gives us all he's got.
Wilfred gambols, bless his heart,
On the heights of others' art,
Scaling each aesthetic slope
Like a Dilettantelope.
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