Show J Just Folks By Edgar Edger A. A Gu it THE BLEAK SIDE OF CHARITY They'll feed teed you when youre you're hungry hungry hun bun gry and they'll clothe you when youre you're cold As any tramp can always testify tes- tes They'll keep you in the poor house when youre you're oure broken down and old And the medics will dissect you when you die They'll look on you in pity when youre you're begging at the door But they'll wonder if it your money goes for tor beer And the moment youve you've departed they will think of ot you no nomore nomore nomore more As a beggar you will come and disappear If It you'll stand upon the highway you can always thumb a ride For some generous soul Is bound to come along But the driver wouldn't let you have his daughter for a bride You would merely be another chap gone wrong If It he thought that you ou were hungry hungry hungry hun hun- gry he ho would gladly buy your meal Just because It seems the de decent decent decent de- de cent thing to do But although that touch of ot pity he is willing to reveal He would never want to make a friend of you Oh my boy theres there's more to livIng living liv liv- ing than the needed food and dress There is much that charity cannot cannot can cnn not bestow For a man must earn carn by tolling toiling all hes he's eager to possess And struggle for the joys he wants to know He must fill some useful station and by labor Jabor pay his way yay And maintain his self respect at any cost For once he turns to begging though hes he's fed from rom day dayto dayto to da day To everything but pity hell he'll be lost Copyright 1936 1036 Edgar A. A Guest |