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Show THE RAGTIME MUSE THE. PRICE Another man has lived ,: tills life'' allotted span-He span-He tells us he has drawn his years from a mo la uses can. Hs says it' we would still xlt when friends of youth ere dead We need not do a thtna but spread molasses mo-lasses on ou r bread . And on our pie. and on our cake, on our potatoes, too Soak every mouthful that we eut with sweat stuff through snd through; Absorb a gallon every wfek and weT keep young and spry-He spry-He may h right, at that, hut I rhouM much prefer to die! And one who hap reached ninety snd still is brisk and gay. Says If we'll live on 6labbtr snd on buttermilk and whey A quart or two whan are . ixe, quart or two at nooo, A gallon are we go to bed we It notice pretty soon That we are growing younger, growing glad and blight of eye; Our steps will bound along the ground and we shall seem to fly! The clabber will do that, he says; his tale is not a joke. Nsy! Nay! Remove the clabber bowl ' think I'd rather cioak! Another says to leave our beds at sun- r Has every day. And always when the sun goes down flop straightway In the hay. And never be abroad at night, where giddy white Lights glow. Nor breathe the vitiated air that s In s picture show; And never drink, and never smoke, and always be above The use of language that's profane, and never fail In love. What's that? What's that? Not fall In love? Is thst the thing he said" Oh, well. It would be better fun to be extremely dead! |