Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as a legislature, Sleep is as forward as hives or goiters, And where it is least desired, it loiters.

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more

They take the paper and they read the headlines. So they've heard of unemployment and they've heard of bread-lines. And they philanthropically cure them all by getting up a costume charity ball.

There once was an umpire whose vision Was cause for abuse and derision He remarked in surprise, 'Why pick on my eyes? It's my heart that dictates my decision.'

Progress might have been all right once, but it's gone on too long.