Show THE EDITOR the editor sat in his easy chair A three legged stool perched him up in the air how easy his life how free from all care would that the rest of us like hini him might fare let us take a peep yes his heart is sad all day not a moment for home he had he smiles smile when the stork makes other homes glad in a spirited way writes up the last fad he must see every charm in in ade his was alone when their little one died all good deeds he must quote all ill ones hide rather a mill stone round my neck was tied he roust must sift all news lest some little tare be found in the wheat and be thought unfair none nona is abused as our editor there and not even paid one half hal bof of fair F K S 0 |