I would rather drink than eat, And though I superbly sup, Food, I feel, can never beat Delectation of the cup. Wine it is that crowns the feast;
They asked the Bard of Ayr to din… The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; The poet came; his face was grim To find the place reserved for him
As I was saying . . . (No, thank… Cows weren’t allowed in the trench… As I was saying, our Colonel leap… “Come on, lads!” he shouts, “and w… Then some bally thing seemed to tr…
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain w… Though it lead to glory or the dar… Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid y… The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail f… The trails of the world be countle…
A little mousey man he was With board, and chalk in hand; And millions were awestruck becaus… They couldn’t understand. Said he: “E equals Mc2:
There’s sunshine in the heart of m… My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, I’m fellow to the trees. My golden youth I’m squandering,
I took a contract to bury the body… Whenever, wherever or whatsoever t… Whether he die in the light o’ day… In cabin or dance—hall, camp or di… On velvet tundra or virgin peak, b…
In Wall Street once a potent powe… And now a multi—millionaire Alone within a shady bower In clothes his valet would not wea… He watches bird wings bright the a…
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, a… Hear ye the story of a boy, a peas… A lad uncouth and warped with toil… Could feel within his soul upleap… Could stand upright, and scorn and…
“Give me my daily bread. It seems so odd, When all is done and said, This plea to God. To pray for cake might be
Like prim Professor of a College I primed my shelves with books of… And now I stand before them dumb, Just like a child that sucks its t… And stares forlorn and turns away,
Cinderella in the street In a ragged gown, Sloven slippers on her feet, Shames our tidy town; Harsh her locks of ashen grey,
I have some friends, some worthy f… And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded leather chair; This old and shabby dressing—gown,
You say I am the slave of Fate Bound by unalterable laws. I harken, but your words I hate, Your damnable Effect and Cause. If there’s no hope for happy Chan…
A—sittin’ in the Bull and Pump With double gins to keep us cheery Says she to me, says Polly Crump" “What makes ye look so sweet. me d… As if ye’d gotten back yer youth .…