Author: Ellis Parker Butler

Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring […]

Well, then! How’d you like to bear the name of Butler As an honor badge eight centuries at least, And […]

A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder – That is the most I can boast to […]

When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I’ll give my Sunday frock to have […]

There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept […]

The shades of night was fallin’ slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev’ry barroom […]

There was a young patrolman who Had large but tender feet; They always hurt him badly when He walked upon […]

One year ago I wished that I A banker great might be With a hundred million dollars And financial majesty; […]

I am standing under the mistletoe, And I smile, but no answering smile replies For her haughty glance bids me […]

Captain O’Hare was a mariner brave; He refused to abandon his ship; A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave- […]

Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o’ half o’ livin’; […]

THE GOSSOON [Weeping] It’s bleedin’! It’s bleedin’! THE OULD WOMAN [Soothingly] An’ shure, me lad, ‘t is bleedin’; But come, […]

The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart- The Steers were […]

The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev’ry band. Brandy no […]

A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And […]

Ho, ye lovers, list to me; Warning words have I for thee: Give ye heed, hefore ye wed, To this […]

She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath […]

You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred […]

I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes […]

Whene’er I feed the barnyard folk My gentle soul is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed. […]