Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening

You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!

I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,

From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur

Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks

Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—

I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,

Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,