Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write

Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

And how am I to face the odds, Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid, In a world I never made

I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer. Then the world seemed none so bad, and I myself a sterling lad. And down in lovely muck I've lain, happy -- till I woke up again.

Then the world seemed none so bad, and I myself a sterling lad. And down in lovely muck I've lain, happy - till I woke up again.