Benjamin Franklin King Jr.

Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back.

Nothing to breathe but air Quick as a flash 'tis gone; Nowhere to fall but off, Nowhere to stand but on.

Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude.

If I should die to-night And you should come in deepest grief and woe— And say:—"Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?"