Poems (Elliott)/To the Boys
To the Boys
A TOAST
Here's to the boys! God bless them every one!
From present day, way back to Adam's son!
His younger son, for I with care refrain
From mentioning his first-born—Uncle Cain!
'Twas there it started, I suppose, the fable
Of wild oats scattered wide—but not by Abel—
'Twas there the world-old difference began
Of wise and good—and much perverted man.
We have them with us still, and always shall—
The upright man, and one who's prone to fall.
The first one let us honor—and the other?
We reach the hand of pity to our brother.
And so I say, God bless them every one—
From present day, way back to Adam's son!
Here's to the boys!
From present day, way back to Adam's son!
His younger son, for I with care refrain
From mentioning his first-born—Uncle Cain!
'Twas there it started, I suppose, the fable
Of wild oats scattered wide—but not by Abel—
'Twas there the world-old difference began
Of wise and good—and much perverted man.
We have them with us still, and always shall—
The upright man, and one who's prone to fall.
The first one let us honor—and the other?
We reach the hand of pity to our brother.
And so I say, God bless them every one—
From present day, way back to Adam's son!
Here's to the boys!