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The worst of my shocks? Was to get rid of stocks, A few million just issued for unclear; By the Bell and the Book, the bend of my hook, Could it? catch in, and hang onto, Smokers?! I opened a Bank With the airs of a Crank, Expecting Depositor's backing; But they all flew the track When Exchanges came back, Because that the "Ready" was lacking! chorus. Professor of this Was ever amiss - Professor of that was a blunder; People thought to profess Was an ignorant guess; Who stared at an ass, as a wonder. I've no proper excuse, So what is the use Much longer a bazzar to roam? I must go up to God - Or go under the sod For really the Earth is my home. chorus. They call it new? money, The doctor's sweet honey - when you haven't the cash for a cure; They will not have faith - In your soul, or your Wraith, And they throw you down flat? with this lure. A swindling scamp, A Liar, a tramp - A unclear no maible? will bear. A false un-believer, A cheat and Deciever - But a genuine , " Man of Hot Air." chorus. Vernal Equinox, 1906. Isaac A. Pool.