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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943
Page 43
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The children coming home from school, gawk in at his open door, Insulting him with snide remarks about his littered floor - & pelt him with old fruit & eggs to hear the critter roar. He never, never, goes to church, nor does like other boys.... He cannot stand their games & fun, so ruf & full of noise. His personality is pfffht - he lacks both grace & poise. Thanx, thanx to thee, my futile friend, the lesson thou hast taught. Thus on Life's turning treadmill, we never must be caught - Or else our lives, like his, Too soon will go to pot.
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The children coming home from school, gawk in at his open door, Insulting him with snide remarks about his littered floor - & pelt him with old fruit & eggs to hear the critter roar. He never, never, goes to church, nor does like other boys.... He cannot stand their games & fun, so ruf & full of noise. His personality is pfffht - he lacks both grace & poise. Thanx, thanx to thee, my futile friend, the lesson thou hast taught. Thus on Life's turning treadmill, we never must be caught - Or else our lives, like his, Too soon will go to pot.
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