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Edgar Guest - The Neighbors
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WHY do I grind from morn till night,
And sick or well sit down to write?
Why do I line my brow with sweat,
An extra buck or two to get?
The reason isn`t hard to trace,
For us our neighbors set the pace.

The Greens go weekly to a show,
And so, of course, we have to go;
A dollar-fifty per they pay
For seats down in the parquet,
And always they wear evening dress;
We couldn`t think of doing less.

The Browns maintain a servant girl,
The one we have was christened Pearl;
At dinner, several kinds of wine
They serve in glass of rare design.
Their dinners are a great success;
And ours, of course, must be no less.

In summer all our neighbors flee
Unto the mountains or the sea;
They spend two months in big hotels
And hobnob with the other swells;
And though it`s costly, I confess
That wife of mine shall do no less.

Two doors from us lives Mrs. Grout,
Who owns a lovely runabout,
And though she`s very nice, it`s plain
She looks on us with some disdain.
Although it`s more than I can do,
My wife will shortly have one, too.
 
I `d like to take a holiday
And spend a month or two in play;
I`d like to take an ocean trip
And give this awful grind the slip;
But there`s no rest for me the while
We let our neighbors set the style.
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