But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.

What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.