America Is The Only Place Where Man

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.

The Year Is Getting To Feel Rich, For His Golden Fruits Are Ripening Fast, And He Has A Large Balance In The Barns, Which Are His Banks. The Members Of His Family Have Found Out That He Is Well To Do In The World. September Is Dressing Herself In Show Of Dahlias And Splendid Marigolds And Starry Zinnias. October, The Extravagant Sister, Has Ordered An Immense Amount Of The Most Gorgeous Forest Tapestry For Her Grand Reception.

Seventeen Hundred And Fifty-five. Georgius Secundus Was Then Alive,-- Snuffy Old Drone From The German Hive.

Science Is A First-rate Piece Of Furniture For A Man's Upper Chamber, If He Has Common Sense On The Ground-floor. But If A Man Hasn't Got Plenty Of Good Common Sense, The More Science He Has, The Worse For His Patient.

Life As We Call It, Is Nothing But The Edge Of The Boundless Ocean Of Existence When It Comes Upon Soundings.