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CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Saps and Craps

He was standing on the corner, His shoulders slightly bent, His hat was badly battered And his clothes were torn and rent; It was on a Sabbath morning, The day was bright and fair, The churchbells softly ringing, Calling folks to prayer. A group came slowly strolling Beneath the shady trees, The fellow ambled forward And dropped upon his knees. "Good folks," he mumbled hoarsely, "Could you spare a man a mite, To buy myself some coffee And perhaps a little bite?"
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

The Old Screen Door

Whoopie! Whoopie! Whoopie! It's summer time once more! And we are havin' lots of fun, Fixin' the old screen door! That there door is sure a pest, It just won't work at all; You brace it with a piece of wire, Then see the blamed thing stall. You nail a lath acrost the top, And lace it up with string; And when it's runnin' nice and smooth, The spring runs out of spring. You fix and oil the hinges, You patch a hole with tin; And then, by gosh, it hangs ajar And lets the flies come in.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Hain't It So?

When a feller's broke and busted, The world steps on his toes; He's just a pest and nuisance — That's the way it always goes. For when you're out of money, You're out of luck, old kid; There hain't a single friend in sight, All of them have slid. For, them good old pals remember When the skies were fair and blue; And just slip away like shadders When the coin runs out on you. But, oh boy, when you got the money! How they laugh and cheer, And take you 'round a-singin', "Hail, hail, the gang's all here!"
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Talking to Yourself

Have you ever stopped to notice, Have you ever stopped to think, How much you're always talking To yourself, you funny gink? Though you're toiling at your labor, Or just sitting on the shelf, By gosh, you're always talking, And you're talking to yourself. You chatter like the dickens, You talk the clock around; You make a lot of racket, But nobody hears a sound. You converse with men and angels, And laugh at friends and foes; You talk with kings and doggies, Ain't that the way it goes?
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Like and Likewise

We like the lovely landscape, We like the rolling hills; We like the winding rivers, But don't like to pay our bills. We like to go a-fishin', We like to loaf and shirk; We like a lot of money, But we do not like to work. We like the sweetest music, We like to eat and drink; We like a lot of pleasures, But we do not like to think. We like to read the papers, We also like to sleep; We like to laugh and chatter, But we do not like to weep.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Us Heroes

You have heard about the heroes, So great and brave and strong; Whose names are found in history, Whose deeds are sang in song. But I tell you this, old timer, There are other heroes, too; Who never get no laurels, And one of them is YOU. Remember how this morning, While snoozin' in the hay; You had to ditch the blankets To start another day? They sing about the heroes Who lead great armies on; But that there is a pleasure, To gettin' up at dawn.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Snickers and Knickers

Grown-ups sure strike me funny, They say such silly things; Like when a feller bumps his head And fills it full of rings. Some one will holler, "Don't you cry! That didn't hurt at all!" They tap themselves upon the bean, "You see, I didn't bawl." Oh no, they didn't raise a howl, They wasn't even hurt; But if they'd got it where I did They'd want to bite the dirt. A kid don't get a break at all, He's got to stand the gaff; No matter if he kilt himself, He still has got to laugh.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Planning the Future

When I was just a little boy An' Ma would tan my hide; I'd get my little doggie And to it I would confide. "We'll get up in the morning And hit it for the West; I'm sick an' tired of everything, We'll give this burg a rest. "We'll build a little cabin Clost to a swimmin' pool; There won't be any wash rags, And there won't be any school. "There won't be any errands, And there won't be any girls, To tattle on a feller An' git sand in their curls.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Hey, Ma!

There's a most perplexin' question 'Causin' boys so much dismay, Just what becomes of everything Their Ma's have put away. Remember gang, when we was kids, We couldn't find a thing? And how our marbles disappeared, As well as top and string? Our ketchin' glove was missin' And so was ball and bat; The fish hooks simply wasn't there, Nor was our cowboy hat. "Hey, Ma!" we'd holler, "Where's my knife? I had it only yesterday!" And Ma would say she didn't know, She'd put the thing away.
CheerfulGeorge Burnett Devine

Pass the Taters

While sitting at the table, pal, When you was just a kid, Remember how your pop would say: "You can't cook like mother did!" My gosh! We'd nearly drop our knife! What the heck's got into pop? Why, these here eats are simply great, From steaming spuds to juicy chop. You'd listen with your mouth ajar As Pop would tell the tale, Of how his mother used to cook The tender chicken, goose and quail. You'd turn your eyes upon your Mom, Whose eats you always did adore; She never seemed to be impressed, She'd often heard that tale before.

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