Show molsey lite life Is gay and blithe and sunny since the peace dove hit the breeze one Is as though it grew grow on trees I 1 insist on thrift and saying but theres none to heed my words johnnies say that I 1 am raving and throw money to the birds men are drawing princely wages and their breasts are filled with mirth and they jeer foreboding sages who predict a day of dearth but that day will come as surely as tomorrows sun will rise things will then be going poorly with the giddy spending thrift guys things wont won t boom along forever as booming now my friends and the man chos truly clever saves as aby as he spends it Is patent to the enow ing in expansive times like these that the kopecks kopecka wont be growing always on the shrubs and trees there will come a day of trouble when this boom la Is left behind and the kopeck and the ruble will be mighty hard to find happy then tho the lads whose wages have been safely placed in brine who obeyed the seers and sages when the saving saying graft was fine and bow how sick will bo be the mortals who like spendthrifts now behave who reply with jeers and chortles when we call on them th to to save walt mason The above one of walt masons famous prose poems although copyrighted is printed through special permission glyen given by mr air mason to the united states war loan organ buy war savings stamps |