Arthur Rodman’s “Jingles” Booklet-Pages 13-14

    THE GLORIOUS FOURTH

Independence Day is here,–
Noisest (sic) day of all the year.
But it’s fun for girls and boys,
For we love to make a noise.

“Young Americas” are we,
In the “Land of Liberty.”
At least that’s what the speakers state,
On this day we celebrate.

But they don’t say what they mean
When they make the eagle scream.
“Liberty,” to my dull mind,
Means: “No work of any kind.”

But listen here, my glowing friend,
Of tiring work there is no end.
Making beds and mopping floors,
Every kind of pesky chores.

Washing dishes, scouring cans,
Keeping bright the pots and pans.
Baking cookies, pies and bread,–
On the jump till time for bed.

Well, perhaps, we ought to say
Mamma helps ‘most every day.
But she says the hardest work
Is to see that we don’t shirk.

Yes, we play a little while–
Now, you needn’t go and smile!
Do you begrudge a little fun,
Even tho some work we shun?

THE GLORIOUS FOURTH-Cont.

But we’ve worked so hard of late,
That today we’ll celebrate.
So come on, girls, as well as boys;
Anything to make a noise.

Firecrackers are the stuff,
But we never get enough.
It would add a lot of fun
If we had them by the ton.

Mamma hates the noisy things,–
Thinks they’re demons full of stings;
Wouldn’t shoot one in her hand
For half the money in the land.

Oh, the fireworks tonight!
They will be one glorious sight.
Blazing rockets soaring high
And illumining the sky.

Some ascend with blinding flash,
Then explode with cannon crash,
Shooting colors in the air,–
Falling starlets everywhere.

Then there’l1 be the red balloon,
Sailing off to meet the moon.
Roman candles by the score,
Whirling wheels and things galore.

One more piece will show its light;
It’s the last and says “Good night.”
Of holidays with which we’re blest
The Grand Old Foruth (sic) I like the best.

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