Heimilisritið - 01.11.1951, Blaðsíða 57

TREES
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day.
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
CHOO’N GUM
My mom gave me a nickel
to buy a pickle,
I didn’t buy a pickle,
I bought some choo’n gum.
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo’n
gum,
How I love choo'n.gum
I’m crazy over choo’n gum,
I chew, chew, chew.
My aunt gave me a quarter
for soda water,
I didn’t buy the water,
I bought some choo’n gum.
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo’n
gum,
How I love choo’n gum
I’m crazy over choo’n gum,
What can I do?
I chew the day away it seems,
I’m even blowing buddles in my dreams.
My pop gave me a dollar
to buy a collar,
You should have heard him holler
When I bought choo’n gum.
Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo’n
gum,
How I love choo’n gum
I’m crazy over choo’n gum,
I chew, chew, chew.
SOMETIME
You’re all alone
You’ve never known
The touch of a lover’s hand
After awhile
Someone will smile
Someone will understand.
Sometime to ev’ry lonely one
Sometime someone comes along
Somewhere there is an only one
Singing „Love’s old song“
The grey skies above you
Will change to fairest blue
Sometime someone whisper „I love you,
love you too“.
HI, HI, HI, HA, HA, HA
I Sveriges land behöver ingen vare le
och sur,
Var helst i ur och skur man hör var
glade trall i dur.
NÓVEMBER, 1951
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