’Bout most of the critters who lived years ago,
—Who’d talk to a standstill the chaps of their
day
With a broadside of words like a gatling, they
say.
And folks knuckle down, and praise up, and
kow-tow
To those hefty old tongue-lashing chaps even
now.
So I’m ready for brickbats, and hollers, and howls,