The sunshine seeks my little room To tell me Paris streets are gay; That children cry the lily bloom All up and down the leafy way; That half the town is mad with Ma…
The Moon is like a ping—pong ball… I lean against the orchard wall, And see it soar into the void, A silky sphere of celluloid. Then fairy fire enkindles it,
I wonder if successful men Are always happy? And do they sing with gusto when Springtime is sappy? Although I am of snow—white hair
Where are the dames I used to kno… In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it’s fifty years ago, And most, I guess, have “gone bef… The swinging scythe is swift to mo…
Upspoke the culprit at the bar, Conducting his own case: ‘Your Lordship, I have gone to fa… But grant me of your grace. As I was passing by a shop
My only medals are the scars I’ve won in weary, peacetime wars, A—fighting for my little brood, To win them shelter, shoon and foo… But most of all to give them faith
There’s a four—pronged buck a—swin… And it roamed the velvet valley ti… But I tracked it by the river, an… And I killed it on the mountain m… Now I’ve had my lazy supper, and…
He burned a hole in frozen muck, He pierced the icy mould, And there in six—foot dirt he stru… A sack or so of gold. He burned holes in the Decalogue,
As I was saying . . . (No, thank… Cows weren’t allowed in the trench… As I was saying, our Colonel leap… “Come on, lads!” he shouts, “and w… Then some bally thing seemed to tr…
I have a house I’ve lived in long… I can’t recall my going in. 'Twere better bartered for a song Ere ruin, rot and rust begin. When it was fresh and fine and fai…
In youth when oft my muse was dumb… My fancy nighly dead, To make my inspiration come I stood upon my head; And thus I let the blood down flo…
“The spirits do not like the light… The medium said, and turned the sw… The little lady on my right Clutched at my hand with nervous t… (She seemed to be a pretty bitch.)
The songs I made from joy of eart… In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. But all the songs I sing today
I’ve made my Will. I don’t believ… In luxury and wealth; And to those loving ones who griev… My age and frailing health I give the meed to soothe their wa…
In Wall Street once a potent powe… And now a multi—millionaire Alone within a shady bower In clothes his valet would not wea… He watches bird wings bright the a…