[Illustration] [Illustration] And then to his tailor and hatter-- His hosier and all of the rest, Till at night I was changed from a monkey To a chappie most stylishly dressed. And standing alone and reflecting I thought of the why and the how, And I wondered what Tusky was doing And what would the jungle say, now. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] PART THIRD. THE BUTTERFLY WHIRL. It was then for the triumphs of conquest! Oh, then for the life of the swell! I dwelt like a lord with my patron In a suite of a gilded hotel. And we went out to plays and to dinners-- On the ladies he took me to call-- And once we received invitations To a beautiful fancy-dress ball. [Illustration] [Illustration] 'Twas a famous affair and it won me, With its titter and tinsel and tune, For it carried me back to the jungle And the monkey-dance under the moon. Then I mingled with other diversions. I learned how to paint and to ride; I cut a great figure at polo-- The science of golfing I tried. [Illustration] [Illustration] As a wheelman I soon became famous And made a great score on the track-- I was known as the king of the scorchers, With the typical bicycle back. Then a girl who was youthful and silly Made love to me just for a lark, And came with an elegant turnout And took me to drive in the park. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] And I took her out boating next morning, For the face of my charmer was fair; It carried me back to the jungle-- To the flow'rs that were blossoming there. [Illustration] [Illustration] But soon, in the midst of my pleasure, In the glow of a roseate dream, The boat struck a rock and tipped over And tumbled us both in the stream. Then, ho, for the skill of the jungle! The deftness of foot and of hand! For I hung from a limb and I saved her And drew her at last to the strand. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] And then to her home I went proudly To claim the fair maid for my own, But her father demanded a title, And hardened his heart like a stone. And now came the death of my patron, That left me alone in the strife, And yearning once more for the jungle, I turned to political life. [Illustration] PART FOURTH. THE RETURN PATH. Then I studied a week to gain knowledge, And waded through volumes of stuff, And I found that the only requirements Were cunning and blarney and bluff. And these I had brought from the jungle-- Inherited straight from my race-- With a gift for political music And a truly political face. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration]