From the Evening Star, June 23, 1914. By Philander Johnson.

No dangers lurk in the display
    Of sizz-wheel or of rocket.
So safe and sane we’ve made the day
    That no one dares to knock it.
We’ll organize a picnic crowd.
    We’ll have a fine attendance
And father will recite aloud
    About our Independence.

Some pickles and some eggs we’ll take
    And pie—we’ll have to risk it.
We’ll have ice cream, sardines and cake
    And special homemade biscuit.
We are a bold and hardy race,
    But on the day in question
The only perils we can face
    Are those of indigestion.