Who works from morn to set of Sun,
And never likes to be outdone?
Whose walk is almost like a run
Who smiles through life-except when crossed?
Who knows, or thinks he knows, the most?
Who loves good things: baked,boiled or roast?
Who’s fond of life and jest and pleasure:
Who vacillates and changes ever?
Who loves attention without measure?
Who changes like a changeful season
Holds fast and lets go without reason?
Who is there can give adhesion?
Who criticizes all she sees;
Yes even would analyze a sneeze?
Who hugs and loves her own disease?
Who praises all his kindred do.
Expects his friends to praise them too
And cannot see their senseless view?
Who puts you off with promise gay
And keeps you waiting haft the day?
Who compromises all the way?
Who keeps an arrow in his bow
And if you prod, he lets it go?
A fervent friend, a subtle foe–
Who love the dim religious light
Who always keeps a star in sight?
An optimist both gay and bright–
Who climbs and schemes for wealth and place
And mourns his brother’s fall from grace–
But takes whats due in any case–
Who gives to all a helping hand,
But bows his head to no command–
And higher laws do understand? I
nventor, Genius, Superman
Who prays and serves, and prays some more;
And feeds the beggar at the door–
And weeps over love lost long before?