But I can smash the maker's brags
Like plaster-Paris vases,
They holler, holler, as I go;
But they can stop me never,
For they will learn just what I know—
A trunk won't last forever;
Ever! never!
I tug, I jerk, I swear, I sweat,
I toss the light valises;
And what's too big to throw, you bet,