One would be in less danger
From the wiles of a stranger
If one’s own kin and kith
Were more fun to be with.

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

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

He tells you when you’ve got on t
And helps you with your girdle wh

The ant has made himself illustrio
Through constant industry industri
So what?
Would you be calm and placid,
If you were full of formic acid?

There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
That solitary prisoner

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

They tell me that euphoria is the
Today I have the agility of a Gre
Yes, today I may even go forth wi
Today I am a swashbuckler, would
This is my euphorian day,

O Duty,
Why hast thou not the visage of a
Why displayest thou the countenanc
conscientious organizing spinster
That the minute you see her you ar

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