"O' WHAT is Life at last," says you, "'At woman-folks and man-folks too, Cain't oncomplainin', worry through? "An' what is Love, 'at no one yit 'At's monkeyed with it kin forgit, Er gits fat on remember'n hit? "An' what is Death?" -- W'y, looky hyur -- Ef Life an' Love don't suit you, sir, Hit's jes' the thing yer lookin' fer! |