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Dhaka, Bangladesh

Lived RIP VAN WINKLE, known to all As a harmless, drinking, shiftless lout, Who never would work, but roamed about, Always ready with jest and song- Idling, tippling all day long. "Shame on you, Rip!" cried the scolding Vrow; And old men muttered and knit their brows. Not so with the boys, for they would shout, And follow their hero, Rip, about, Early or late--it was all the same, They gave him a place in every game. At ball he was ready to throw or catch; At marbles, too, he was quite their match; And many an urchin's face grew bright, When Rip took hold of his twine and Kite. And so he frittered the time away-- "Good natured enough," they all would say. But the village parson heaved a