I've Taken My Fun Where

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.

Though Our Smoke May Hide The Heavens From Your Eyes, It Will Vanish And The Stars Will Shine Again, Because, For All Our Power And Weight And Size, We Are Nothing More Than Children Of Your Brain!

Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream, And Only The Dream.

If A Man Brings A Good Mind To What He Reads He May Become, As It Were, The Spiritual Descendant To Some Extent Of Great Men, And This Link, This Spiritual Hereditary Tie, May Help To Just Kick The Beam In The Right Direction At A Vital Crisis; Or May Keep Him From Drifting Through The Long Slack Times When, So To Speak, We Are Only Fielding And No Balls Are Coming Our Way.