The Floor

Here's to the floor, Our best friend of all, Who sticks to us close In the time of our fall. When benches are fickle And tables betray And rugs are revolving, He meets us half-way. Our stay and support, When we can't stand alone, With the floor for a backer, We'll never be thrown. Here's to our friend, In life's every stage! Dry nurse of infancy, Wet nurse of age! A health to our floor! Supporter and stay; Though he often be full, May he never give way!

To Music

Here's to Music, Joy of joys! One man's music's Another man's noise.

To The Publisher!--Drink! Let his virtue be shown In the Good Works of others If not in his own.