It was my first cigar!
A six-for-five cigar!
No viler torch the air could scorch--
It was my first cigar!
All pallid was my beaded brow,
The reeling night was late,
My startled mother cried in fear,
"My child, what have you ate?"
I heard my father's smothered laugh,
It seemed so strange and far,
I knew he knew I knew he knew
I'd smoked my first cigar!
It was my first cigar!
A give-away cigar!
I could not die--I knew not why--
It was my first cigar!
Since then I've stood in reckless ways,
I've dared what men can dare,
I've mocked at danger, walked with death,
I've laughed at pain and care.
I do not dread what may befall
'Neath my malignant star,
No frowning fate again can make
Me smoke my first cigar.
I've smoked my first cigar!
My first and worst cigar!
Fate has no terrors for the man
Who's smoked his first cigar!
SHONNY SCHWARTZ
BY CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS
Haf you seen mine leedle Shonny,--
Shonny Schwartz,--
Mit his hair so soft und yellow,
Und his face so blump und mellow;
Sooch a funny leedle fellow,--
Shonny Schwartz?
Efry mornings dot young Shonny--
Shonny Schwartz--
Rises mit der preak off day,
Und does his chores oup righdt avay;
For he gan vork so vell as blay,--
Shonny Schwartz.
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