Show breathes there a man with soul so dead who never to himself has said that editor has quite a head im glad I 1 take his paper hes got a raft of grit and sand he prints the news of all the land land he boosts the beathe band and cijan he soaks the grafters drafters gr in th neck eck he saves the ship of stife state from arom wreck hes joh johnny ny on the spot by heck when things are ina in a jumble he writes the ads that bring the dough he chases all our gloom and woe he tells us all we want to know and yet he is quite humble he never gets a bit stuck up hes worked since hec tor was a pup to earn his daily bite and sup and have a little over I 1 know we owe him many plunks so let us shame the other skunks and furnish him with kale in chunks wherewith to live in clover E F mcintyre |