Suburban Exercise

It’s nice to live way out of town,

     Where quiet reigns supreme;

Where one can wander o’er his lawn

     And have a twilight dream.

Where one can mow the tender grass,

     At four o’clock each morn;

And hoe, while wifey fries the cakes,

     A hundred hills of corn.

It’s nice to hoe and dig and spade,

     And push the mower round;

And pull a squirting hose across

     Ten thousand feet of ground.

It’s nice to rake a crop of grass

     And turn it into hay,

And weed a hundred yards of path

     And wheel it all away.

It’s nice to eat a hurried meal

     And grab your hat and cane,

And sprint ten thousand yards to catch

     A swift suburban train.

It’s nice to do all of this, it makes

     You healthy, rich and wise;

Besides it brings to weary men

     The joy of exercise.

March 28, 1904