Here We Have A Baby. It Is

Used To Think That Luck Wuz Luck And Nuthin' Else But Luck-- It Made No Diff'rence How Or When Or Where Or Why It Struck; But Sev'ral Years Ago I Changt My Mind, An' Now Proclaim That Luck's A Kind Uv Science--same As Any Other Game.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"

What Smells So? Has Somebody Been Burning A Rag, Or Is There A Dead Mule In The Back Yard? No, The Man Is Smoking A Five-cent Cigar.

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.

I Never Lost A Little Fish - Yes, I'm Free To Say. It Always Was The Biggest Fish I Caught, That Got Away.