Works

(After Ben King, Dedicated to E. Jesse Conway.)


If I were City Editor
And you should come to my cold desk and choke,
And say, "Old man I'm actually dead broke."
I say, if I were City Editor,...

I'm the ghost of that poor gobbler
Who used to be so great,
They took my poor, neglected bones
And piled them on a plate.
Reader, shed a kindly tear
For my unhappy fate.
...

(Man's Inhumanity to Hogs Makes Countless Thousands Squeal.)


I lived upon a little farm,
A happy hog was I,
I never dreamed of any harm
Nor ever thought to die.
...