From the Omaha Daily Bee, October 3, 1913. By Bayoll ne Trele.
This life is full of ups and downs,
Just like a teeter-totter;
Seems like one minute we’re the fly,
The next we are the swatter;
One minute we’re the under dog,
The next the dog that’s got ‘im;
One day we ride on top our woes,
The next we’re at the bottom.
One day we scale the mountain top,
The next we’re in the valley;
Today our house fronts on the street,
Tomorrow on the alley;
Sometimes we are “some punkins”
To whom the public caters;
And then, first thing we know, we find
We’re mighty “small pertaters!”
This life’s as full of ups and downs
As a roller-coaster ride is;
Or a Ferris wheel; now we’re high in air,
Now down where the under side is;
And sometimes in a swing we swing so high
That up in the clouds we’re hidden;
And again we descend to the sordid earth
And into the dust have slidden.
If life could be expressed in sound
As a musical composition,
We’d find that without its ups and downs
That ’twas scarcely worth the rendition;
And so let us blend our ups and downs
Into melodies sweet and true,
For if uncontrolled those ups and downs
Might make rag-time out of you.