You Call Me Trifler, Fain'Ant, And Bid Me Give My Life An Aim! You're Most Unjust, Dear. Hear Me Out, And Own Your Hastiness To Blame. I Live With But A Single Thought; My Inmost Heart And Soul Are Set On One Sole Task A Mighty One To Simplify Our Alphabet. Five Vowel Sounds We Use In Speech; They're A, And E, I, O, And U: I Mean To Cut Them Down To Four. You "Wonder What Good That Will Do." Why, This Cold Earth Will Bloom Again, Eden Itself Be Half Re-Won, When Breaks The Dawn Of My Success And U And I At Last Are One.