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

There here are words of radical ad
Young man, be a snob.
Yes, if you are in search of argum
Why I’ve gottem.
Let the personnel managers differ;

People live forever in Jacksonvil
But you don’t have to live forever
The entrance requirements for gram
You only have to live until your c
From that point on you start looki

Be it a girl, or one of the boys,
It is scarlet all over its avoirdu
It is red, it is boiled; could the
Have possibly been a lobstertricia
His degrees and credentials were h

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

He who is ridden by a conscience
Worries about a lot of nonscience;
He without benefit of scruples
His fun and income soon quadruples

Children aren’t happy with nothing
And that’s what parents were creat

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

Sure, deck your limbs in pants,
Yours are the limbs, my sweeting.
You look divine as you advance . .
Have you seen yourself retreating?

Let’s straighten this out, my litt
And reach an agreement if we can.
I entered your door as an honored
My shoes are shined and my trouser
And I won’t stretch out and read