文档介绍：A Heap O' Livin'
A Heap O' Livin'
by Edgar A. Guest
To the Little Mother and the Memory of the Big Father, This Simple
Book Is Affectionately Dedicated
1
A Heap O' Livin'
Just Folks
We're queer folks 'll talk about the weather,The good times we
have had together, The good times near,The roses buddin', an' the
beesOnce more upon their nectar sprees;The scarlet fever scare, an'
whoCame mighty near not pullin' through,An' who had light attacks, an'
allThe things that int'rest, big or small; But here you'll never hear of
sinnin' Or any scandal that's beginnin'. We've got too many other labors To
scatter tales that harm our neighbors.
We're strange folks 're tryin' to be cheerful,An' keep this home
from gettin' tearful. We hold it dearToo dear for pettiness an' meanness,An'
nasty tales of men's you e to joyous
smilin',Secure from hate an' harsh revilin';Here, where the wood fire
brightly blazes,You'll hear from us our neighbor's praises. Here, that they'll
never grow to doubt us, We keep our friends always about us; An' here,
though storms outside may pelter Is refuge for our friends, an' shelter.
We've one rule here,An' that is to be folks we know are
always present, Or very ' though they dwell in many places,We
think we're talkin' to their faces;An' that keeps us from only seein'The
faults in any human bein',An' checks our tongues when they'd go
trailin'Into the mire of mortal failin'. Flaws aren't so big when folks are
near you; You don't talk mean when they can hear you. An' so no scandal
here is started, Because from friends we're never parted.
As It Goes
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy,On the chair is her Teddy
Bear fine; The things that I thought she would really enjoyDon't seem to
be quite in her line. There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to seeAnd
really expensively dressed, Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though
it be,She likes her rag do