In Other Words/Song of the Costofliving

by Franklin P. Adams

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Song of the Costofliving

Taking it on percentage with Tennyson.

 

I come from hunger and from need: I make a sudden sally;I soar with an increasing speed; I scamper up an alley.

Up, up I soar in eager flight Beyond the wildest rumors,Until I pass beyond the sight Of ultimate consumers.

I chatter, chatter, as I fly, Of ice and eggs and leather,And what makes everything so high— The middlemen? The weather?

Again I soar, and more and more, Into the heights I cherish;And chortle when a hundred score, Who cannot see me, perish.

I rise, I soar, I dip, I fly— Descend to earth? Nay, never!For men may live and men may die, But I go up forever.