i was once a vers libre bard but i died and my soul went into the body of a cockroach (the coming of archy) |
ours is the zest of the alley cat (mehitabel s extensive past) |
. . . every goliath has his david and so on ad finitum (the merry flea)
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the high cost of living isn t so bad if you don t have to pay for it (the merry flea) |
and he did not have the mental stamina of a jonah to resist the insidious process of assimilation (the robin and the worm) |
being cleopatra was only an incident in my career (cheerio my deario) |
for two seasons i played the dog in joseph jefferson s rip van winkle (the old trouper) |
you people who say you admire my work are always butting in and taking up my time (archy hears from mars) |
all the history of human kind is written in the clots and filaments and quaint patterns and ideographs of spiders (the spiders wrote it) |
i met an avalanche coming down as i was going up (archy climbs everest) |
there s a dance in the old dame yet (mehitabel joins the navy) |