An ever since I done the same, more privately, inside.
There's a joke between this world an me 'n it's tolerable grim,
An God has got his end of it, an some of it's on him.
For he made a man with his left han, an the rest o' things
with his right;
An the right knew not what the left han did, for he hep
it out o' sight.
It's maybe a Wagner opery, it ain't no bedtime croon,
When the highest note in the universe is a half note out
o' tune''