Fly, your antics quickly pall:
Kindly go elsewhere and crawl.
Take your loudly buzzing wings
Where the Rappahannock sings.
While you have them still unfurled,
Take off, varmint, see the world.
Visit Congo; meet the Lap–
I, my germy friend, would nap.
Ps-st–I know where not a class
But a SUNDAY SCHOOL picnics en masse.
Nothing, their motto says, can daunt ’em.
Why don’t you, old pest, go haunt ’em?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, February 16, 1954
