If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…

He swore that he’d be true to her, If she would only marry him; That as his wife, throughout his l… She’d never know a moment grim. He vowed that he would toil for he…

When there’s good health In the h… And the skies are bright and sunny… For the mother croons her ditties,… Although heavy be his burdens, he… When there’s good health in the ho…

‘They tie you down,’ a woman said, Whose cheeks should have been flam… With shame to speak of children so… ‘When babies come you cannot go In search of pleasure with your fr…

He couldn’t use his driver any bet… Than the chap that he was licking,… I could hit them with a brassie ju… But I piled up several sevens whi… And he trimmed me to a finish, and…

Isn’t it fine when the day is done… And the petty battles are lost or… When the gold is made and the ink… To quit the struggle and turn asid… To spend an hour with your boy in…

This is the thing we fight: A cry of terror in the night; A ship on work of mercy bent— A carrier of the sick and maimed— Beneath the cruel waters sent,

She put her arms about my neck, And whispered low to me: ‘I’m thinking daddy, dear, how nic… And lovely it would be If only every little girl

Forgotten petty difference now, The larger purpose glows, The storm is here, a common fear Its deadly lightning shows. The Ship of State must bear us al…

WHAT is food for, anyway? Just to keep us through the day Warm and strong and satisfy Hunger, whether bread or pie, Terrapin or chuck steak tough;

We got to talking art one day, dis… How some can match with brush and… And some in stone can catch the th… While others seem to have no way t… Old Blake had sat in silence ther…

Along a stream that raced and ran Through tangled trees and over sto… That long had heard the pipes o’… And shared the joys that nature ow… I met a fellow fisherman,

The dead friends live and always w… Their presence hovers round us sti… It seems to me they come to share Each joy or sorrow that we bear. Among the living I can feel

The child world is a wondrous worl… For there the flags of hate are fu… And there the imps of wickedness Cause neither sorrow nor distress. And there is never strife for gold…