Now people tell me “why don’t you,
Instead of writing verse,
Get int’rested in something that
Will fatten up your purse?”
But I can’t see their point of view–
Why all this work and strife?
The little things we must enjoy
To get the best of life.
There’s music in the robin’s song
At break of every day,
There’s verse in all the posies wee
That nod along the way;
There’s rhythm in the butterfly
That wings his fitful way,
There’s song in every laugh and word
We utter through the day.
Can money buy for us these things?
No–money’s just a tease.
And so, as long as no one cares
I’LL DO AS I DAMN PLEASE!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, May 9, 1933
