This world is filled, where'er we go,
With human beings we don't know,
Who likewise never seem to care
Just whom we are or how we fare;
Yet one there is, beyond a doubt,
We all have seen and talked about:
Who wears a most complacent grin,
And calling, says: " I just dropped in! "

A social tramp — domestic bore —
Has often called at every door;
He 's so polite you can't refuse
His very boldness to excuse.
When you have some distinguished guest,
He 's sure to come, in " Sunday best, "
And with his customary grin
Say modestly: " I just dropped in! "

You 'd like to fix a tempting rope
Beneath the chandelier, in hope
The next time he intruded there,
He 'd mount the most convenient chair
In order to investigate;
Then " loop the loop, " permitting Fate
To recompense you with a grin
By showing how he " Just dropped in! "

His invitations are so rare
When Death invites he 'll sure be there; —
Although you note, with sly grimace:
" Some one will come to take his place. "
" At last he 's welcome! " people say,
Because he 's making quite a stay;
And o'er his grave they pause and grin,
Where some one carved: " He just dropped in! "

This much we guess, at any rate,
He 'll slip inside the Golden Gate
While good Saint Peter's back is turned
And — whaThis conduct never earned —
Sit down in some exalted nook,
Tell angels fair how well they look,
And with a sweet, ethereal grin
Inform them all: " He just dropped in! "