First a little
Then a lottle
Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
A billboard as lovely as a tree.
Perhaps unless the billboards fall
I’ll never see a tree at all.
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
Once upon a time there was an Ita
And some people thought he was a r
But he wasn’t offended,
Because other people thought he wa
And he said the world was round,
Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generatio
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies
Their girls have glimmered like th
One thing that literature would be
Would be a more restricted employm
Authors of all races, be they Gre
Can’t seem just to say that anythi
Consider the auk;
Becoming extinct because he forgot
Consider man, who may well become
Because he forgot how to walk and
The turtle lives twixt plated deck
Which practically conceal its sex.
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile.
Whales have calves,
Cats have kittens,
Bears have cubs,
Bats have bittens,
Swans have cygnets,
The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eye
An alien suttee.