They tell me that euphoria is the
well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Gre
Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth wi

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?

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

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.

Nothing makes me sicker
than liquor
and candy
is too expandy

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 ostrich roams the great Sahar
Its mouth is wide, its neck is nar
It has such long and lofty legs,
I’m glad it sits to lay its eggs.

Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they l
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I’d call me Us.

When I remember bygone days
I think how evening follows morn;
So many I loved were not yet dead
So many I love were not yet born.

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