I Never Lost A Little Fish -

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

Ideas Came With Explosive Immediacy, Like An Instant Birth. Human Thought Is Like A Monstrous Pendulum; It Keeps Swinging From One Extreme To The Other.

All Human Joys Are Swift Of Wing, For Heaven Doth So Allot It; That When You Get An Easy Thing, You Find You Haven't Got It

How Gracious Those Dews Of Solace That Over My Senses Fall At The Clink Of The Ice In The Pitcher The Boy Brings Up The Hall.

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.