FORGET WHAT THE OTHER MAN HATH.

What do I care for your four-track line? I have a country path; And this is the message I've taken for mine:— "Forget what the other man hath."

What do I care for your giant trees? I'd rather whittle a lath, And my motto helps me to take my ease;— "Forget what the other man hath."

What do I care for your Newport beach? A tub's as good for a bath. And I keep my solace in constant reach:— "Forget what the other man hath."

What do I care for your automobile? I'm saving repairs and wrath, My proverb goes well with an old style wheel;— "Forget what the other man hath."

What do I care if you scorn my rime? For this is its aftermath;— It sounds so well I shall try, (sometime,) To "forget what the other man hath!"