A Scotchman whose name was Isbister Had a maiden giraffe he called 'sister' When she said 'Oh, be mine, Be my sweet Valentine!' He just shinned up her long neck and kissed her.
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and etudes. To execute pianos and to fiddle with success, With sympathy and feeling you must fairly effervesce;...
Well, then! How'd you like to bear the name of Butler As an honor badge eight centuries at least, And then have the Prohibitionists inform you That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast?
The cruelty of P. L. Brown (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in town, And, if he never harmed a noun, He loved to make verbs shriek and whine. ...
King Joris was a kind-eyed king, A dear old, gentle, smiling thing; But 'though by nature meek and mild, Two things could drive him raving wild, Dishonesty, its naughty ways; Ingratitude, its sting. ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze. ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at Farmington. But until our days on earth are done Our blood will burn and our hearts beat fast...
In hand I take this pen of mine To write you, sweet, a valentine; I'd take your dainty hand instead, But'you're a drawing - I am wed' And that is why, you understand, I only take my pen in hand.