This one is entering her teens,
Ripe for sentimental scenes,
Has picked a gangling unripe male,
Sees herself in a bridal veil,
Presses lips and tosses head,

Being a father
Is quite a bother.
You are as free as air
With time to spare,
You’re a fiscal rocket

Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.

I find it very difficult to enthus
Over the current news.
Just when you think that at least
And that is why I do not like the

From whence arrived the praying ma
From outer space, or lost Atlanti
glimpse the grin, green metal mug
at masks the pseudo-saintly bug,
Orthopterous, also carnivorous,

Your hopeless patients will live,
Your healthy patients will die.
I have only this word to give:
Wonder, and find out why

Who is the happy husband? Why, in
'Tis he who’s useless in the time
Who, asked to unclasp a bracelet o
Contrives to be utterly futile, fu
Or when a zipper nips his loved on

I find it very hard to be fair-min
About people who go around being a
I just can’t see any fun
In soaring up up up into the sun
When the chances are still a fresh

Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
A billboard as lovely as a tree.
Perhaps unless the billboards fall
I’ll never see a tree at all.

One way to be very happy is to be
For then you can buy orchids by th
And yet at the same time People d
Because it’s very funny
But somehow if you’re rich enough