Bill Nye's Chestnuts Old and New

ADJUSTABLE CAMPAIGN SONG.=

(Air —Rally Round the Flag, Boys.)

Oh, we'll gather from the hillsides,
We'll gather from the glen,
Shouting the battle cry of…
And we'll round up our voters.
Our brave and trusty men,
Shouting the battle cry of…

Chorus

Oh, our candidate forever,
Te doodle daddy a,
Down with old…
Turn a foodie diddy a,
And we'll whoop de dooden do,
Fal de adden adden a,
And don't you never forget it.

Ob, we'll meet the craven foe
On the fall election day,
Shouting the battle cry of…
And we'll try to let him know
That we're going to have our way,
Shouting the battle cry of…

Chorus

Oh, our candidate forever, etc.
Oh, we're the people's friends,
As all can plainly see,
Shouting the battle cry of…
And we'll whoop de dooden doo,
With our big majority,
And don't you never forget it.

Chorus

Oh. our candidate forever, etc.

THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW.=

O drifted whiteness covering
The fair face of nature.
Pure as the sigh of a blessed spirit
On the eternal shores, you
Glitter in the summer sun
Considerable. My mortal
Ken seems weak and
Helpless in the midst of
Your dazzling splendor,
And I would hide my
Diminished head like
Serf unclothed in presence
Of his mighty King.
You lie engulphed
Within the cold embrace
Of rocky walls and giant
Cliffs. You spread out
Your white mantle and
Enwrap the whole broad
Universe, and a portion
Of York State.
You seem content
Resting in silent whiteness
On the frozen breast of
The cold, dead earth. You
Think apparently that
You are middling white;
But once I was in the
Same condition. I was
Pure as the beautiful snow,
But I fell. It was a
Right smart fall, too.
It churned me up a
Good deal and nearly
Knocked the supreme
Duplex from its intellectual
Throne. It occurred in
Washington, D. C.
But thou
Snow, lying so spotless
On the frozen earth, as
I remarked before, thou
Hast indeed a soft,
Soft thing. Thou comest
Down like the silent
Movements of a specter,
And thy fall upon the
Earth is like the tread
Of those who walk the
Shores of immortality.
You lie around all
Winter drawing your
Annuities till spring,
And then the soft
Breath from the south with