These jingles, I present to thee,
Were written years ago by me;
Some are fair and some are not,
Some, you’ll say, are simply rot;
Some’s not worth the second look—
But then I had to fill the book.
Life’s Reality
Gather ’round me closely and a story I’ll relate
Of life in different stages—its sad and happy state—
When as a youth, before the storm and all the world is fair,