What Are We? Young Or New? We

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.

He Burned His House Down For The Fire Insurance And Spent The Proceeds On A Telescope.

What Makes A Nation In The Beginning Is A Good Piece Of Geography.

In A Glass Of Cider It Seemed I Was A Mite Of Sediment That Waited For The Bottom To Ferment So I Could Catch A Bubble In Ascent. I Rode Up On One Till The Bubble Burst, And When That Left Me To Sink Back Reversed I Was No Worse Off Than I Was At First. I'd Catch Another Bubble If I Waited. The Thing Was To Get Now And Then Elated.