LINES WROTE ON A SUMMER DAY WHILST THINKIN’ OF A SODA-FOUNTAIN

When I'm a man I shalt not care to be

The President of these United States:

I'dst rather be the drug-store clerk who waits

On people at the soda-fountain. He

Hast lots more first-class fun, it seems to me,

For whilst the public dost not get rebates

On soda, he canst get it at cut rates,

And lots of times, I'll bet, he gets it free!

Of course, I know it must be pretty fine

To hear the brass bands and the big bass drums

Come marchin’ by the White House all in line

And playin': “See, the Conquerin’ Hero Comes!”

And, yet, no presidential job in mine:

The soda clerk's the one that gets the plums!