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The Song of the Smoker
Who wouldn't be a smoker
  And with the Smokers sit
    With heels in air
    Or thrust on chair
  Regaled with smoke and wit?
Who wouldn't be a smoker,
  And have the walls pushed back
    To make more room
    For smoke and fume
  And space for jokes to crack?
Poor Gifford had to pack and run
  And Saunders had to skip
    To push the bounds
    Of smoking grounds
  And make more room for "Chip" -
Expansion is the word, my lads
  On ship as well as ground ;
    Pull down your walls -
    Enlarge your halls
Let smoke and jest abound.
            Anon.
June 30th 99- (John Muir and John Burroughs suspected)