What Smells So? Has Somebody

Ideas Came With Explosive Immediacy, Like An Instant Birth. Human Thought Is Like A Monstrous Pendulum; It Keeps Swinging From One Extreme To The Other.

Used To Think That Luck Wuz Luck And Nuthin' Else But Luck-- It Made No Diff'rence How Or When Or Where Or Why It Struck; But Sev'ral Years Ago I Changt My Mind, An' Now Proclaim That Luck's A Kind Uv Science--same As Any Other Game.

All Human Joys Are Swift Of Wing, For Heaven Doth So Allot It; That When You Get An Easy Thing, You Find You Haven't Got It

Here We Have A Baby. It Is Composed Of A Bald Head And A Pair Of Lungs.

I'd Like A Stocking Made For A Giant, And A Meeting House Full Of Toys, Then I'd Go Out In A Happy Hunt For The Poor Little Girls And Boys; Up The Street And Down The Street, And Across And Over The Town, I'd Search And Find Them Everyone, Before The Sun Went Down.