Poetry Month

Song: Lift Boy
by Robert Graves

Let me tell you the story of how I began:
I began as the boot-boy and ended as the boot-man,
With nothing in my pockets but a jack-knife and a button,
With nothing in my pockets but a jack-knife and a button,
With nothing in my pockets.

Let me tell you the story of how I went on:
I began as the lift-boy and ended as a lift-man,
With nothing in my pockets but a jack-knife and a button,
With nothing in my pockets but a jack-knife and a button,
With nothing in my pockets.

I found it very easy to whistle and play
With nothing in my head or my pockets all day,
With nothing in my pockets.

But along came Old Eagle, like Moses or David;
He stopped at the fourth floor and preached me Damnation:
'Not a soul shall be sav`ed, not one shall be sav`ed.
The whole First Creation shall forfeit salvation:
From knife-boy to lift-boy, from ragged to regal,
No one shall be sav`ed, not you, not Old Eagle,
No sould on earth escapeth, even if all repent--'
So I cut the cords of the lift and down we went,
With nothing in our pockets.