Songs of Love and Rebellion/A little soliloquy

by Covington Hall

A LITTLE SOLILOQUY

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We come into this little world,
And we live our little day;
And we speak our little prologue,
And we act our little play.

And we blow our little trumpets,
Give our little horns a toot;
And we love our little maiden,
And we press our little suit.

And we work at work a little,
And a little while we fuss;
And we make our litle money,
Or we make our little bus'.

And we make a little racket,
And perhaps a little name,
And we play our little "futures"
Till death ends our little game.

Then they preach a little sermon,
And they sing a little stave,
And they close our little coffin
In a narrow little grave.