I am from Massachusetts, The land of the sacred cod, There the Adamses snub the Abootts And the Cabots walk with God.

I come from good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where Cabots speak only to Lowells, And the Lowells speak only to God.

Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world.

Here's to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to sand still--and they obeyed.

The bubble winked at me, and said, "You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."

Some have meat but cannot eat; Some could eat but have no meat; We have meat and can all eat; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.