So I thought I’d rather perlong my breath,
Tho’ sometimes here a fellow they hangs”——
“You are right, my friend. Choose your own way of death,
I go in for that,” said Professor Bangs.
“But I see you have not understood
Why no aged person is ever found
Among us. We only want young blood
On our driving, thriving, Yankee ground.
Youth alone has the power to go it;
Old men are a drag on putting it through,