Chapter 12 A RACE AGAINST TIME

There's a certain old Sprinter; you've got to be keen,

If you'd beat him-although he is bald,

And he carries a clock and a mowing-machine.

On the cinderpath "Tempus" he's called.

Stanza written to order by young English friend,

but (I fear) copied from Poet Tennyson.

AH! with what perfervid affection did Mr Bhosh caress the neck o