Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And

If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.

I Keep Six Honest Serving Men (they Taught Me All I Knew); Theirs Names Are What And Why And When And How And Where And Who.

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.

All Things Considered, There Are Only Two Kinds Of Men In The World: Those That Stay At Home And Those That Do Not.