When the God saw the Waggoner kneel, Crying, "Hercules! Lift me my wheel, From the mud where 'tis stuck!" He laughed - "No such luck; Set your shoulder yourself to the wheel." The gods help those who help themselves.
Now President's Day is nigh So who is your favorite guy? A William or John, Or maybe a Ron, Or the one who could not tell a lie? I've studied the 43 men* And made up my mind only when After much thinkin' Decided that Lincoln Was clearly the best that has been. *Obama is the 44th President, but Grover Cleveland was president for two nonconsective terms, so only 43 different men have been President
Three kings of Orient are With gifts we travel afar Field and fountain Moor and mountain Following yonder star Born on Bethlehem's plain I've gold to crown him again King forever Ceasing never Over us all to reign Incense to offer have I To honor a deity nigh Prayer and praising All men raising Worship him God most high Myrrh is bitter perfume It breathes of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing Bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb So glorious behold him rise King, and God, and Sacrifice Alleluia Alleluia Earth to heaven replies O wondrous star of night With royal beauty bright Westward leading Still proceeding Show us the Perfect Light
I hope that your Christmas is merry, And your jolly St. Nick is hairy, But remember the reason, for this joyous season, Is Jesus, and Joseph, and Mary. From A Pirate Named Molly, copyright 2013, Randy Imwalle