Show One Born Every Century r Mart l Zona 4 In evry age in evry clime Great souls have lived and suffered boldly And labored long past closing time tt While friends have treated them most coldly And called caled them fools foots and dizzy guys Because forsooth they kept on working At some Borne fool thing that'd win the prize At a booby show Such were shirking When Christie claimed the earth was round And Newton neath the tree was lying tying When Franklin chased a kite around And when the Wrights just kept on trying Most people said Those guys are arc nuts Their tinkering is most distressing But all aU the same these erstwhile mutts Have proved a universal blessing The rabble talked as rabbles do And praised its wisdom and its learning Good sense common it said is true So what's the use of further yearning Our fathers' fathers ways were righteous ways And the paths they trod are arc shining What is the use to spend our days In foolish quests and vain ain t v y But nut as the restless years went nt by One for each age a fool most gifted Was left with us to fight and try t To lift some lid that neer ne'er was lifted And delve del into some secret chest That Mother lather Nature long tong had hidden Throw out the goods goods and and all aU the rest The common herd ran solve unbidden And een today a foo fool must lead The common herd to pastures plenty They are so busy courting speed That few survive survie the age of twenty A fool is due The mob awaits With bated breath but nothing doubting Who Vho will niU it be Wide hangs the gate The Thc foo fool walks hru mid jeers and shouting I |