Ode To Gaiety (by James Broughton) Go gloom Begone glum and grim Off with the drab drear and grumble It's time its pastime to come undone and come out laughing time to wrap killjoys in wet blankets and feed them to the sourpusses Come frisky pals Come forth wily wags Loosen your screws and get off your rocker Untie the …
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