I May Be Smelly And I May

As Nature Is Always Careless And Indifferent Who Sees, Who Steps, Means Nothing And This Is Pretty.

These Thoughts Are Depressing I Know. They Are Depressing, I Wish I Was More Cheerful, It Is More Pleasant, Also It Is A Duty, We Should Smile As Well As Submitting To The Purpose Of One Above Who Is Experimenting With Various Mixtures Of Human Character Which Goes Best, All Is Interesting For Him It Is Exciting, But Not For Us. There I Go Again. Smile, Smile, And Get Some Work To Do Then You Will Be Practically Unconscious Without Positively Having To Go.

I'm Sorry To Say My Dear Wife Is A Dreamer, And As She Dreams She Gets Paler And Leaner. Then Be Off To Your Dream, With His Fly-away Hat, I Stay With The Girls Who Are Happy And Fat.

Into The Dark Night Resignedly I Go, I Am Not So Afraid Of The Dark Night As The Friends I Do Not Know, I Do Not Fear The Night Above As I Fear The Friends Below.

So I Fancy My Muse Says, When I Wish To Die, Oh No, Oh No, We Are Not Yet Friends Enough, And Virtue Also Says: We Are Not Yet Friends Enough.