He Scribbles Some In Prose And Verse, And Now And Then He Prints It; He Paints A Little,--Gathers Some Of Nature'S Gold And Mints It. He Plays A Little, Sings A Song, Acts Tragic Roles, Or Funny; He Does, Because His Love Is Strong, But Not, Oh, Not For Money! He Studies Almost Everything From Social Art To Science; A Thirsty Mind, A Flowing Spring, Demand And Swift Compliance. He Looms Above The Sordid Crowd-- At Least Through Friendly Lenses; While His Mamma Looks Pleased And Proud, And Kindly Pays Expenses.