" You combed Third Avenue last year
For some small gift that was not too dear,
Like a candy cane or a worn out truss,
To give to a loving friend like us
You'd found gold eggs for such wealthy hicks
As the Edsel Fords and the Pittsburgh Fricks
The Andy Mellons, the Teddy Shonts
The Coleman T. and Pierre duponts
But not one gift to brighten our home
So I'm giving you back your Goddamn poem. "

― F. Scott Fitzgerald , A Life in Letters