The Walker

I haven’t got a limousine or any aeroplane, I haven’t got a coach an’ six, not e’en a special train. I haven’t a bicycle, not e’en a horse an’ team; I git along all right. by jinks ‘thout gaserline an’ steam. I travel jest by shank’s mare an’ never have no fear but what I’ll reach my stoppin’ place the same day in the year; no artificial rigs fur me, no busted tires or bones; no landin’ all up in a heap upon the highway stones. I may be slow a-gettin’ round, an’ cause the world to stare, but I will git there by an’ by, all right side up with care.

June 15, ‘09