Urge Him With Truth To Frame His

The Simpsons Are Going To Delaware!

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!