From the Evening Star, November 29, 1914. By Philander Johnson.
A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the best of men;
But so is ice cream, cake and pie.
’Tis surely a mistake to try
To make a meal of stuff that’s sweet,
Avoiding simple bread and meat.
And when a statesman is inclined
To dish up for the public mind
A mental bill of fare that’s made
Of syrup, fluff and marmalade,
The public, weary though polite,
Complains of loss of appetite
And turns away, with yearning fraught
For simple, homemade food for thought.