When I was young (or maybe, five), And glad, so glad to be alive, Oh, how my fancy used to itch To be – how shall I put it? – rich! A millionaire, it seemed to me, Was quite the only thing to be; A millionaire or billionaire Or trillionaire – let’s leave it there! Well, now my jolly youth is dead, My pretty, infant fancies fled, And here I sit and brood and itch To be – how shall I put it? – rich!
Take Five
by Simon Sargon (b. 1938)
1. When I was young
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. The dinosaur
Language: English
The dinosaur and icthyosaur Are not among the things that are, Though once the beasts were features. Oh, how sad it is to contemplate How nature can eliminate Unnecessary creatures!
Text Authorship:
- by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Your little hands
Language: English
Your little hands, Your little feet, Your little mouth — Oh, God, how sweet! Your little nose, Your little ears, Your eyes, that shed Such little tears! Your little voice, So soft and kind; Your little soul, Your little mind!
Text Authorship:
- by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Hairless
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Babies haven’t any hair; Old men’s heads are just as bare; Between the cradle and the grave Lies a haircut and a shave.
Text Authorship:
- by Samuel Hoffenstein (1890 - 1947)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]5. Lullaby
Language: English
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