A Happy Medium

I don’t want to be rich,

     I don’t want to be poor;

About half-way between’s

     All I could endure.

Were I rich I would have

     A big auto, I know,

And over the side

     Of some mountain I’d go.

Were I rich I would have

     An airplane fast,

And puncture the earth

     In a heap at last.

I would have a swift yacht

     And prowl the wild main,

Some day I’d go out

     And not return again.

Were I rich I would speed

     Like a swift cannon ball;

But if I’m real poor

     I won’t go at all.

So it’s bad to be rich,

     And bad to be poor;

About half-way between’s

     All I can endure.

Nov. 28, 1910

ac. by Judge