There is one thing that ought to b
Which is that people ought to be t
I don’t mean the kind of apologies
Because I think that is sort of s
No, I object to one kind of apolo

I sit in an office at 244 Madison
And say to myself You have a resp
Why then do you fritter away your
If you have a sore throat you can
If you have a sore foot you can ge

Bring down the moon for genteel J
She’s too refined for this gross p
She wears garments and you wear cl
You buy stockings, she purchases h
She say That is correct, and you

People who have what they want are
And I wish I could afford to gath
I dont’ mind their having a lot of
But I do think that they damn wel
But no, they insist on being steal

The wasp and all his numerous fami
I look upon as a major calamity.
He throws open his nest with prodi
But I distrust his waspitality.

The pig, if I am not mistaken;
Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love u

Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generatio
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies
Their girls have glimmered like th

So Thomas Edison
Never drank his medicine;
So Blackstone and Hoyle
Refused cod-liver oil;
So Sir Thomas Malory

The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.