A Possible Calamity

I don’t worry ‘bout the tariff,

     Nor controllin’ uv the sky;

I he got enough to bother

     Ez the summer days draw nigh.

Ev’r day I keep a-thnkin’,

     An’ it makes me stop an’ sigh,

What would happen to us people  

     Ef the soda founts ran dry.

Let them worry ‘bout the navy,

     Them ez likes to fight an’ die;

Let them worry ‘bout baloonin’

     Who are never hot an’ dry.

I don’t feel no kind uv worry

     ‘Bout the coal or wood supply;

But imagine what would happen

     Ef the soda founts run dry.

June 4, ‘09