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Franklin Pierce Adams (1881-1960)

A New York Child's Garden of Verses


(With the usual.)

I

              1In winter I get up at night,
              2And dress by an electric light.
              3In summer, autumn, ay, and spring,
              4I have to do the self-same thing.

              5I have to go to bed and hear
              6Pianos pounding in my ear,
              7And hear the janitor cavort
              8With garbage cans within the court.

              9And does it not seem hard to you
            10That I should have these things to do?
            11Is it not hard for us Manhat-
            12Tan children in a stuffy flat?

II

            13It is very nice to think
            14The world is full of food and drink;
            15But, oh, my father says to me
            16They cost all of his salaree.

III

            17When I am grown to man's estate
            18I shall be very proud and great;
            19E'en now I have no reverence,
            20'Cause I read comic supplements.

IV

            21New York is so full of a number of kids
            22I'm sure pretty soon we shall be invalids.

V

            23A child should always say what's true,
            24And speak when he is spoken to;
            25And then, when manhood's age he strikes,
            26He may be boorish as he likes.


Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Franklin P. Adams, Tobogganing on Parnassus (Garden City, New York: Doubleday, Page, 1913): 133-34. LE 2121t Robarts Library
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: 2003
Recent editing: 1:2003/8/13

Rhyme: couplets


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