You may loop the loop, and leap the gap, You may bump the bumps, and trap the trap, You may shoot the chutes, and scoot the scoot, And dive the dive in a parachute; You may run an auto through a train, And skim the sea in an aeroplane, You may mount a buffalo on the run, And then get killed by an empty gun. You may rob the rattler of his skin, And pull the beard on a lion's chin, You may wade through blood, and swallow fire, And brave an Irish woman's ire; You may crook the crooks at the 'Frisco fair, And sell your gizzard to a millionaire And live it through and think it's fun, But you can't get by the empty gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OVIPAROUS TAILOR by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SURVIVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |