Ode to a Managing Editor
Poetry
The hunter crouches in his blind'Neath camouflage of every kindAnd conjures up a quacking noiseTo lend allure to his decoysThis grown-up man, with pluck and luckis hoping to outwit a duck
- Ogden Nash
The hunter crouches in his blind'Neath camouflage of every kindAnd conjures up a quacking noiseTo lend allure to his decoysThis grown-up man, with pluck and luckis hoping to outwit a duck
- Ogden Nash