I sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or
his wellbeloved colonel (trig westpointer most succinctly bred) took erring Olaf soon in hand; but-though an host of overjoyed noncoms (first knocking on the head him) do through icy waters roll that helplessness which others stroke with brushes recently employed anent this muddy toiletbowl, while kindred intellects evoke allegiance per blunt instruments- Olaf (being to all intents a corpse and wanting any rag upon what God unto him gave) responds, without getting annoyed "I will not kiss your fucking flag"
straightaway the silver bird looked grave (departing hurriedly to shave)
but-though all kinds of officers (a yearning nation's blueeyed pride) their passive prey did kick and curse until for wear their clarion voices and boots were much the worse, and egged the firstclassprivates on his rectum wickedly to tease by means of skillfully applied bayonets roasted hot with heat- Olaf (upon what were once knees) does almost ceaselessly repeat "there is some shit I will not eat"
our president,being of which assertions duly notified threw the yellowsonofabitch into a dungeon,where he died
Christ (of His mercy infinite) I pray to see;and Olaf,too
preponderatingly because unless statistics lie he was more brave than me:more blond than you
If
If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven, and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair,- Yet they'd all despair, For if here was there We wouldn't be we.
if everything happens that can't be done
if everything happens that can't be done (and anything's righter than books could plan) the stupidest teacher will almost guess (with a run skip around we go yes) there's nothing as something as one
one hasn't a why or because or although (and buds know better than books don't grow) one's anything old being everything new (with a what which around we come who) one's everyanything so
so world is a leaf so tree is a bough (and birds sing sweeter than books tell how) so here is away and so your is a my (with a down up around again fly) forever was never till now
now i love you and you love me (and books are shutter than books can be) and deep in the high that does nothing but fall (with a shout each around we go all) there's somebody calling who's we
we're anything brighter than even the sun (we're everything greater than books might mean) we're everanything more than believe (with a spin leap alive we're alive) we're wonderful one times one
If I
if I
or anybody don't know where it her his
my next meal's coming from I say to hell with that that doesn't matter (and if
he she it or everybody gets a bellyful without lifting my finger I say to hell with that I
say that doesn't matter) but if somebody or you are beautiful or deep or generous what I say is
whistle that sing that yell that spell that out big (bigger than cosmic rays war earthquakes famine or the ex
prince of whoses diving into a whatses to rescue miss nobody's probably handbag) because I say that's not
swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy kid that's something else my sweet (I feel that's
