I will not breakfast in my bed With downy cushions at my head; That would be very wrong—and so Away the eggs and bacon go! I will not read in bed at night And burn the dear electric light; Nor buy another costly hat; Oh no! I'm much too good for that. But I will rise before the dawn And weed and cut and roll the lawn; My border I will plant with veg, Abundantly from hedge to hedge. And all the day I'll practise thrift And no more happily will drift In deeper debt, as once, alas! —But what an awful year I'll pass. The Art of Sinking.
Very Light Marching Order.From a notice issued to recruits for the New Zealand Expeditionary Force:—
He always spells it that way. |