His Way

You know the man who always smiles

     From early morn till night;

The gentleman who bows and scrapes

     In manner most polite.

The man who’s ever cool and calm,

     With something nice to say;

Who will not frown one item down,–

     (If he can have his way.)

He is a most delightful chap

     No one can gainsay that;

So wise in everything he says,

     So proper and so pat.

The world revolves around his thumb,

     He bids it go or stay;

And it will go all right, we know,

     (If he can have his way.)

And we, poor worms, sit meekly by,

     With naught to do or say;

And watch him steer the hemisphere

     And envy him his way.

March 27, ‘09