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Show 00 PUMPKIN PIE Let all the world run riot in the aftermath aft-ermath of war. Lel kings come trembling from their thrones and princes be no more, What matters it to me today that times are out of joint? There still exists one golden Miss to which I proudlv point; The world is sick with madness now, 1 hear the grumblers sish 3ut thank the Lord I .--till can get a wedge of pumpkin pie! The murmurs of men's discon.cnt aro heard throughout the land. The strikers mob the factory doors 1 and toilers idle stand; No man can tell what lies ahead nor what the morn shall bring. i The world is tops; tun y now, bin still 1 smile and sing. I For spite of thange and sudden shock and anger's hue and cry ! I still can sit and eat my fill of golden pumpkin pie. J Let little men sf.ll rave and rant and cav1 as th y will Lel pessimists with tongues of gloom say all the world is ill. I'll keep my courage to the last; be hind m humble door. I'll greet my children with a will and romp upon the floor. And I'll force' the storm outside am. let the brickbats fl. And be content within a world that serves me oumpkin pie. no |