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

I didn’t go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and whi
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my s

This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in
Which is the rustling of the thous

In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes
His character was full of flaws.
In school he never led his classes

In spite of her sniffle,
Isabel’s chiffle.
Some girls with a sniffle
Would be weepy and tiffle;
They would look awful,

First a little
Then a lottle

I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bun
And sent him off to distant jungle
Camped on a tropic riverside,

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

Bound to your bookseller, leap to
Deluge your dealer with bakshish a
Lean on the counter and never say
Wodehouse and Wooster are with us
Flourish the fish-slice, your butt

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