Attend my lays, ye ever honored Nine,
Assist my labors, and my strains refine;
In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.
As I talk with learned people,
I have heard a strange remark,
Quite beyond my comprehension,
And I'm stumbling in the dark.
They advise: Don't be too modest,
Whatsoever thing is said,
Give to... A SPADE IS JUST A SPADE by Walter Everette Hawkins.
