r found a way t' live
On dis ole world forever.
Dere never was a man so rich,
Dat didn't have t' go
When ole man Death came after him
An' crooked his finger, so.
An' den dere never was a man
So great, when he was gone
But what dis good ole world of ours
Jes' kep' a-waggin' on.
An' since dis ole world never stops
When famous men depart,
I' ve come t' de conclusion dat
We ain't so awful smart.
The Notion Of Rastus
Edgar Albert Guest
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