JUST FOR A CHANGE.

JUST FOR A CHANGE.
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I’m sort of tired of things that is:
They’re lackin, somewhat as to fiz.
There ain’t no ginger in life’s jar
With things a-goin’ as they are.
The fauit may be with me, and then,
It may be otherwise again.
I ain’t a-tryin’ to fix no blame
Because all tastes about the same.

Howe’er it is. I wish it might
Orad the cursor around the area you
Have things turned round a bit some night,
So that instead of as they be,
They’d work towards the contrary.
I’d like to see some mountain rill
Have spunk enough to flow up hill,
So that old Nature might be shown
It had opinions of its own.

I’d like to see the settin’ sun
Out in the east when day is done.
Just as a hint. when goin’ to bed,
To prove it wasn’t bigoted.
I’d like to hear a bullfrog sing
Like nightingales upon the wing,
Instead of that eternal “clunk”
With which he seeks his swampy bunk.

A cat that barks, a dog that meows,
And when it comes to milkin’ cows,
“Twould cheer me up to get a pail
Of lemonade or ginger ale:
And if the bucket in the well
Would give up water for a spell,
And bring me up some fresh root beer,
There’d be no kick a-comin’ here.

“Tain’t discontent that’s vexin’ me
With life so everlastin’ly,
But just a sort of parchin’ thirst
To get a peek at things reversed.
They’ve been the same so very long
A change would strike me strong, pretty
And, though I’m makin’ no complaint,
For once I’d like ’em as they ain’t.
-John Kendrick Bangs.