War, War Is Still The Cry,-"war Even

My Heart In Passion, And My Head On Rhymes.

Man Is A Carnivorous Production, And Must Have Meals, At Least One Meal A Day; He Cannot Live, Like Woodcocks, Upon Suction, But, Like The Shark And Tiger, Must Have Prey; Although His Anatomical Construction Bears Vegetables, In A Grumbling Way, Your Laboring People Think Beyond All Question, Beef, Veal, And Mutton Better For Digestion.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.