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 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

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

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

The pig, if I am not mistaken;
Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco
Let others say his heart is big—
I call it stupid of the pig.

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?

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

He who is ridden by a conscience
Worries about a lot of nonscience;
He without benefit of scruples
His fun and income soon quadruples

Adam
Had’em