Linux Songs Poems

While walking down a crowded
City street the other day,
I heard a little urchin
To a comrade turn and say,
"Say, Chimmey, lemme tell youse,
I'd be happy as a clam
If only I was de feller dat
Me mudder t'inks I am.

"She t'inks I am a wonder,              My friends, be yours a life of toil
An' she knows her little lad            Or undiluted joy,
Could never mix wit' nuttin'            You can learn a wholesome lesson
Dat was ugly, mean or bad.              From that small, untutored boy.
Oh, lot o' times I sit and t'ink        Don't aim to be an earthly saint
How nice, 'twould be, gee whiz!         With eyes fixed on a star:
If a feller was de feller               Just try to be the fellow that
Dat his mudder t'inks he is."           Your mother thinks you are.
                -- Will S. Adkin, "If I Only Was the Fellow"

Whip it, baby.
Whip it right.
Whip it, baby.
Whip it all night!

Who does not love wine, women, and song,
Remains a fool his whole life long.
                -- Johann Heinrich Voss

Who loves not wisely but too well
Will look on Helen's face in hell,
But he whose love is thin and wise
Will view John Knox in Paradise.
                -- Dorothy Parker

Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.
                -- A.E. Housman

Who to himself is law no law doth need,
offends no law, and is a king indeed.
                -- George Chapman

Why are you watching
The washing machine?
I love entertainment
So long as it's clean.

Professor Doberman:
        While the preceding poem is unarguably a change from the guarded
pessimism of "The Hound of Heaven," it cannot be regarded as an unqualified
improvement.  Obscurity is of value only when it tends to clarify the poetic
experience.  As much as one is compelled to admire the poem's technique, one
must question whether its byplay of complex literary allusions does not in
fact distract from the unity of the whole.  In the final analysis, one
receives the distinct impression that the poem's length could safely have
been reduced by a factor of eight or ten without sacrificing any of its
meaning.  It is to be hoped that further publication of this poem can be
suspended pending a thorough investigation of its potential subversive
implications.

With/Without - and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
                -- Pink Floyd

Woke up this mornin' an' I had myself a beer,
Yeah, Ah woke up this mornin' an' I had myself a beer
The future's uncertain and the end is always near.
                -- Jim Morrison, "Roadhouse Blues"

Woke up this morning, don't believe what I saw.
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore.
Seems I'm not alone in being alone.
Hundred billion castaways looking for a call.
                -- The Police, "Message in a Bottle"