Husbands are things that wives hav
And with whom they breakfast with
They interfere with the discipline
And forget anniversaries,
And when they have been particular

Praise the spells and bless the ch
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,

Affection is a noble quality;
It leads to generosity and jollity
But it also leads to breach of pro
If you go around lavishing it on r

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,

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

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

In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
Someone sailed the ocean blue.
Somebody borrowed the fare in Spa
For a business trip on the boundin
And to prove to the people, by act

The Lord in His wisdom made the f
And then forgot to tell us why.

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

The grackle’s voice is less than m
His heart is black, his eye is yel
He bullies more attractive birds
With hoodlum deeds and vulgar word
And should a human interfere,