Thanksgiving Song.
(BY Hebbebt N. CISSON.) I'm thankful that the sun and moon Are both hnng up so high, That no rich robber's hand can stretch And pull them from the sky. If they hnng low I have no doubt Some corporation ass Would legislate to take them down And light the world with gas. I'm thankful that the shining stars Are far beyond our reach, And that the rolling planets, too, Are deaf to human speech ; If they were near, I'm very sure Rich men would own the skies, And manage this whole universe By private enterprise. I'm thankful that the God of all, Whose laws we must obey, Has changed His plan for making man By shaping him fiom clay ; If He had not, it's very clear 'Twould be a doleful case— Some men would form a big clay trust And stop the human race. —Coming Nation.
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Oamaru Mail, Volume XXII, Issue 6792, 18 January 1897, Page 3
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149Thanksgiving Song. Oamaru Mail, Volume XXII, Issue 6792, 18 January 1897, Page 3
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