Why Don't You Do Something Big?
The Comic Bard is supposed to sigh
For the skill and the power to make you cry;
He's supposed to yearn, when he has the time,
To make you sob as you read his rhyme.
That thought in many a bard may be;
I only know how the thing strikes me.
For mine aim is low, mine ambish atomic:
I'm tickled to death when they call me comic.
For the skill and the power to make you cry;
He's supposed to yearn, when he has the time,
To make you sob as you read his rhyme.
That thought in many a bard may be;
I only know how the thing strikes me.
For mine aim is low, mine ambish atomic:
I'm tickled to death when they call me comic.
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