Did you ever try to dodge a man

A man you did n't like ?
You can't escape a man like that :

He 's the man you always strike.
He comes with open, outstretched paw ;

He smiles you 're filled with pain,
And in your soul you whisper, ' Pshaw !'

For here he is again !

On island, park or crowded street

He seems to bubble up ;
Where'er you go that man you '11 meet,

And aloes fill your cup.
He grabs you with his hated claw ;

His gall is cool as rain ;
Your stricken spirit whispers, ' Pshaw !'

Lo, here he is again !