W’at’s
all this talk, I’d like to know,
About a Fourth that’s safe and sane?
The
way some folks would celebrate
Most certainly gives me a pain.
I’ve
never blewed me fingers off,
Nor lost an eye, say have I, boys?
Well,
I don’t care how sane it is
If we can make a lot of noise.
Them
fellers drive their auto cars
Like crazy down a country lane,
And
toot and scare folks most to death –
I s’pose they call that safe and sane!
They
blaze and bang all through the novels
And shoot each other, time again;
I
ain’t exactly sore, but say,
Is sport of that kind safe and sane?
The
chaps who fit all through the war
Which made us independent, they
Mad
lots o’ noise, and rustled things,
That put us where we are today.
Gee!
Don’t kill Independence Day,
So dead ‘twill smother all our joys;
Can’t
be no celebration ’tall
If we can’t make a little noise!
June 16, ‘10
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