Boy o' mine, boy o' mine, this is my prayer for you, This is my dream and my thought and my care for you: Strong be the spirit which dwells in the br… - Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

I'd like to think when life is done
That I had filled a needed post,
That here and there I'd paid my fare
With more than idle talk and boast;
That I had taken gifts divine,
The breath of life and manhood fine,
And tried to use them now and then
In service for my fellow men.

She wasn't hungry, so she said. A salad and a cup of tea
Was all she felt that she could eat, but it was different
with me.
"I'm rather hungry," I replied: "if you don't mind, I think
I'll take
Some oysters to begin with and a good old-fashioned
sirloin steak."<p>Now wives are curious in this; to make the statement blunt
and straight,
There's nothing tempts their appetites like food upon
another's plate;
And when those oysters six appeared she looked at them
and said to me,
"Just let me try one, will you, dear?" and right away she
swallowed three.