Oh Scissors!

I knew a young man so conceited
    That a glance at his face made you heated.
One night, playing whist,
    He was slapped on the wrist,
Because some one said that he cheated.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

Edwin C. Ranck

Keep Tryin'.

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He Aped Her.

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To Clara Morris.

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Things Worth While.

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Nocturne.

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A moonlit night,
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The Sissy Boy.

Beware the Sissy Boy my child,
    Not because he's very wild;
The Sissy Boy is never that,
    Although he'll run if you say "Scat!"
The Sissy Boy's infinitesimal,
    He is not worth a duodecimal.

If you should take a custard pie
    And hit a Sissy in the eye,
He would not go before a jury,
    He'd only blush and say "Oh Fury!"
For he is perfumed, sweet and mild,
    That's just his kind, my dearest child.

One should never strike a Sissy,
    He is too lady-like and prissy.
You do not need to use your fist
    But merely slap him on the wrist,
And if this will not make him budge,
    Then glare at him and say "Oh Fudge!"

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    And often wears a high silk hat;
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The Scissors-grinder

    The old man had his box and wheel
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    No doubt his bell in village streets
    Was joy to children's ears.
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    When such men came around,
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    The old man turned and spoke to me,
    His face at last in view.
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    To whet the sword of God,"
    He said.    "And here beside my fire
    I stretch upon the sod
    Each night, and dream, and watch the stars
    And watch the ghost-clouds go.
    And see that sword of God in Heaven
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Crabbed.

A college professor one day
    Was fishing in Chesapeake Bay;
Said a crab to his mate,
    "Let's kick off the bait,
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Gentle Alice Brown

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Her mother was a foolish, weak, but amiable old thing;
But it isn't of her parents that I'm going for to sing.

As Alice was a-sitting at her window-sill one day,
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She knew she might expect him at a quarter unto ten,
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