I love doctors and hate their medicine.
There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.
I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.
Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life