UNCLE JOE'S SOLILOQUY
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UNCLE JOE'S SOLILOQUY
Talk about your new inventions And the wonders of the age; I think the pesky foolishness Has reached the topmost stage! The news that this here world is round Comes from some great man's mouth—And that 'tis hung onto a pole That goes from North to South.
And I suppose that this here way Is the way to solve the riddle—Just take an apple up, and thrust A needle through the middle. And what is it they won't do next? For now, Why, 'pon my soul They say that larn'ed folks have tried To find the great North Pole!
I'd rather stay upon the land Than sail upon the sea; Why can't them folks just stay at home And let the North Pole be?
