Shake! 



By Wallace Irwin 



YES, we've read your letters breezy 'bout your gaddin' 'round Zambeezi 

 Chasin' Jumbo over Tumbo with a fancy English gun, 

 How you've been the Grand Adviser settin' next to Bill the Kaiser 

 And a-lecturin' at Paris in that college called Sour-6«n. 

 Yes, we follered you at Rome, sii — but, by ginger! new you're home, sir, 



We intend to rope and brand you with the letters U.S.A." 

 And if all our greetings proud, sir, git a leetle trifle loud, sir, 



Well, just multiply that noise by ten — that's how we feel to-day! 



FOR ifs welcome to you, Teddy, welcome home ! 

 To the land of the mountains atid the mills. 

 To the land of God — arid Mammon — land qf freedom, land qf gammon. 



Land qf trees and trusts and patriots and hills. 

 Don't go chasin' after rhinos arty more. 



Don't go hikin' off to Paris or to Rome again ! 

 For us folks that care about you sort o' can't git on without you — 

 Honest, Teddy, ain't it bully to be home again ! 



T^EDDY, since you quit the Nation for your strenuous vacation, 



-^ (Facin' lions, that was easy, after what you'd just been through) 



Nothin' seemed so strong and hearty — there's been too much talk of Party 

 And so gol-darned little Action that it made a feller blue. 



