Each little fault of temper and each social defect
In my erring fellow creatures I endeavor to correct.
To all their little weaknesses I open people’s eyes,
And little plans to snub the self-sufficient I devise.
I love my fellow creatures, I do all the good I can,
But everybody says I’m such a disagreeable man,
And I can’t think why.
For all who do me favors I’ve a withering remark,
And as for beating railroad lines, I think it quite a lark,
I wheedle out free passes, and I call the road a sham,