  MR. Lawson, if you please, Just a little line to say I’m a-taking of my ease In a Japaneasy way. Here I write “By Lands and Seas” For your “London Day by Day,” ’Neath the blossom-laden trees Of Japan, the glad and gay. Here I watch the pretty shes As they don their night array; And they ask me to their teas, And they sing to me and play. ’Tis ’mid pleasures such as these That I hope you’ll let me stay— ’Tis a climate that agrees With your faithful Edwin A. Now no more I have to seize Editorial pen to flay Home Rule freaks of Mr. G.’s Or to keep the Rads at bay. Mona’s “Marriage,” Lubbock’s bees, Mr. Stanley, Tottie Fay, Water rates, and School Board fees On my mind no longer prey. Glad Japan my spirit frees From its tenement of clay, And, my note-book on my knees, With the muses I can stray. So, dear Lawson, if you please, I will stop here if I may, Sending “Over Lands and Seas” From Japan, the glad and gay. |
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