| It's got to be so nowaday
There is a law for everything; Our legislatures grind away In winter time and bonny spring. And every chap who has a squeal Goes round and wags his under jaw And hands you out this tiresome spiel: "I think there ought to be a law." Wild-eyed reformers, filled with dreams, Orate till their suspenders burst, But when they hatch their little schemes They try them on their neighbors first. They warn us on the village street That we should change our minds and socks, They tell us what we ought to eat And how to set our eight-day clocks. And if we will not stand their josh, Resentment rises in their craw. They say: "I guess you will, b'gosh! Pervided we can git a law." I find that I am that way too And so I'll go to aid the cause And try to get a law put through To stop this fad of making laws. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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