Love is a feeling immeasurable
That conquers all that is miserable:
It is the loftiest of mountains
And the most beautiful of fountains;
It separates life from death
And is the wellspring of immortal breath;
Love has no boundaries, no limits;
Infinite are her bountiful merits;
Ceaseless is her guiding light,
Emboldening the meek with spirit bright,
Strengthening the weak with tremendous might;
Grasping firm the titles and deeds of right;
It is her path to tread softly
On the lives of those who would seek her truly,
And to spread her wings over all
Who long to be numbered within her stall:
As I gaze upon the depthless skies,
Encountering the mysteries before my eyes,
I know the secret that's there above:
It is the watch of sacred Love.

He's tough as nails;
    He won't take for an answer "no";
Billow'd are his sails;
    He's a forthright, determined fellow.

His mind is steadfast;
    His eyes are set firm;
His step is true and sure to last:
    These his noble heart will affirm.

He's stood the test of time;
    He's weather'd all kinds of gales;
His detractors he's left behind,
    For, the fact is, he's tough as nails!

Can things be sharp if things are dull?
Can things be empty if things are full?
Can red be white on blue sunny days bright?
Or darkness be lit if there isn't any light?
Can squares be round when silence has sound?
Or an ounce be weighty when it doesn't make a pound?
Stop scratching your head in wonderment!
This is no time for "yonder tent!"
Here is where we ought to start!
Not back there in Mr. Yawrley's yard!
When are you going to come to your senses!
I know, I know, -- "...when verbs are used in their proper tenses."
OK, all right, have it your way: --
We'll begin again come next Tuesday;
But until then, don't forget what I said:
Your feet ar'n't concordant if they're filled with lead,
Whether or not you go out on a limb
For them, us, her, it, or him.

He took a dead leaf from on top of a thriving, lush bush, and crumpled it in his hand;
Then his son he started to reprimand:
"I've told you a million times to leave them lizards alone!
Now you've done it!
We're out of a home
Because of it!
Whadda we do now?"
Through his tears the boy answered somehow:
"I'm sorry, Pop; I know it aint right,
But them lizards, they was gunnin' for a fight!
And as far as our house is concerned,
I don't care if it burned
To the ground!" the young
whippersnapper said.
The father shook his head
Hysterically and said,
"Well, Son, we might as well head
For the middle of the ocean,
'Cause I don't have any notion
Now where we can go."
The lad answered, "We'll show
Them lizards, Pop; they won't
Get the better of us.  Don't
Worry; I'll take care of everything!"
The sire began to laugh, then to sing
A silly little song that broke
The tension and awoke
In them both a sense of relief,
And the belief
That everything would be okay
Seemed to mark their way
As they walked along.
Yes, the father and son felt no wrong,
Despite the lizards' protestations;
And so they continued on with their epic perambulations.

In the hillsides of a common town
People gather from all around
To pay their tributes for services rendered
By an old gentleman, who surrendered

His back-breaking cause of years defending
While nobly never one person offending,
But who left many noncomprehending
And e'er digging for clues ne'er forthcoming.

He laid down his flag in peaceful compliance,
Happy and content, for his reliance
He placed in the Supreme Judge of all,
And satisfied was he of the end o'erall.

They say that the old gentleman "spent his time wee
Chasing squirrels and barking up the wrong tree,"
But if Truth would have it, his hours were spent
Being guided by a spirit ever reverent.

Killjoy left his mark
      On the sycamore tree;
      No doubt that he
Took special bits of bark

And not just some loose
       Pieces.  When I first espied
       It, I relied
On my friend, Caboose,

To bring me back to
       My senses, which he
       Did effectively.
Since then, I am to

Visit regularly
       The family doctor.
       Now, the able proctor
At the asylum duly

Requires of me certain
        Tasks that I must
        Perform in just
The correct form, to pertain

With his strict standards; ---
        But funny, the rabbit,
        He would grab it ---
The clip board --- and Bandards ---
  
The doctor --- he goes berserk!
        So I quit everything.
        Occasionally I bring
Some goodies to my place of work.