Show SECOND THOUGHT Its mighty fascinatin ter rise up in public view An tell this glorious nation all the things it orter doTer do-Ter scale the heights of oratory fur ez ye kin climb An hear yer voice aechoin down the corridors cor-ridors of time But there comes a sad reaction an sech I feelins lose their charm I Vhen yer git back home agin an settle j down ter run the farm I When ye see the weeds agrowin tell theyve got ter be a sight An the cow asufferin fur tile want o milkin every night I hev lost enthusiasm oer the ballots in the fall Through athinkink on the bushels thet Ill never count at allAn all-An the goldbugs an the silberbugs seem trifiin every one When I come ter view the damage thet the tater bugs hez done Washington Star |