Down to the depths
went Elbert HubbardWith smiling eyes that knew no fear
And all the lovely mermaids rubbered
And Neptune shouted, “See who’s here”
Well might there be
a great commotion
Throughout the sea
from East to West
For seldom has old
Father Ocean
Clasped hands with
such a splendid guest
The inkstand waits
upon his table
His pen is rusting
in the sun
There is no living
hand that’s able
To do the work he’s
left undone
There is no brain
so keen and witty
No voice with his
caressing tones
And Elbert in the
deep sea city
Is swapping yarns
with Davy Jones
And all the world
that reads evinces
Its sorrow that he’s
dwelling there
Not all the warring
kings and princes
Are worth a ringlet
of his hair
Death keeps a
record in his cupboard
Of victims of the
monarchs hate
“A million men and
Elbert Hubbard”
So goes the tally,
up to date
If it would bring
you back, Elbertus
To twang your harp
with golden strings
It would not worry us or hurt us
To drown a wagon load of kings
*rubber: (verb) to
stare at something wide eyed, as if in surprise
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