And solemnly do say:
"I'm going to 'cut out' drinking
And I'll swear off right to-day."
A WONDERFUL FEAT.
I never walk along the street
Because I haven't any feet;
Nor is this strange when I repeat
That I am but a garden beet.
APRIL FOOL.
'Twas on the f-f-f-first of April D-D-Day,