I Hear America Singing

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck- hand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Whitman, Leaves of Grass.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Knowing how much I love meat byproducts, Anne sent me a link to this site for a product that helps you to make hot dogs even more disgusting by causing them resemble an invertabrate slimy creature. It's the octodog. Imagine coming home from school and finding this thing on your plate.

I Hear America Singing

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