Of the things on earth to gripe us
There are plenty, scads and lots.
Life is just the devil’s playground
Where he plans and schemes and plots.
Yes! He spends hi time a-planning
THings to make us rant and swear–
Little things that scad u plenty,
Make us fume and tear our hair.
Yet we’ve just one consolation
When these little things go wrong,
Just one salace for we humans
When we’ve stood for things too long:
Since the devil’s working on you
And you know he b’longs below,
You can alwasy have this privilege–
You can tel HIM where to go!
by Ray Romine Monday, March 13, 1933
