The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 4, 1904, Page 16

The people up above on earth Profess to be content, While we down here smile know= ingly And to our mirth give veat. We are the only creatures whe Are really happy, quite, Ours is a simple life of joy, Now see if I'm not right We have no trolley cars to deodge, We have no rents to pay; There are no signs “Keep off the grass” — We never have “bill day.” Our feet are mever wet nor cold, Umbrellas we don't leave, Ker for the latest foreign styles Ner antos do we grieve. We have no cooks to quit us whea We've need of them the most; We have no politicians bere Te one another roasi You've heard all of my say, good friend, And know just what I meant When I made claim that fishes are Really the most eontent. e younmg fish mamed spawa Who wished that he mever boon bora, For Be foond bimself broke, Whick, of conrse, was no johe, And besides he had mothing to paws. Ay e Way down below us, underneath Is Chimaland, they say, And when it's awful dark up here Down there 'tis light as day. X'd like to satisfy myself And with my own eyes see, But I'm afraid to swim so deep, It might drown even me. There was a lazsy fich Who woulda’t work at all; He bit upon a plan ome day To do mo work and yet get pay) It was to get upon the force And be a peliccman, of eourse. The catfiah was a funay fah, Nine lives he qurely had, And though he died juite oftin— yet His temper was not bad. He often used to make me cry When I was but a lad, Az be told of his wondrous past ; His deaths they were so sad. Hr! HERE ComES THE BALL Now 4 i e e o ¥ 'J-;(gas;(d;"l