O, Death, where is thy sting?
IF I WERE CITY EDITOR.
(After Ben King, Dedicated to E. Jesse Conway.)
If I were City Editor
And you should come to my cold desk and choke,
And say, "Old man I'm actually dead broke."
I say, if I were City Editor,
And you should come in deepest grief and woe
And say, "Oh Lordy let me have the dough,"
I might arise with slow and solemn wink