Gustave Courbet is my name,
Painting landscape is my game,
I paint old men in the seas,
And paint old trees makin' a breeze.
Painting is what Edouard Manet did best,
He felt through his work he did express.

Hustle down to the library for a read,
They have all you'll ever need.
Harriet Becher Stowe and Lewis Carroll to mention a few,
Grimm Brothers Tales are also quite new.

Steven Foster, quite a musical guy,
Wrote a hundres pieces of music, oh why.
He became an alcholic, but why?
We hope his troubles will die.

Stephen Collins Foster wrote a song,
It was about the Suwanee River long.
Its beat was nice and fast,
Put it on your piano, it will last.
In his song he told us to get long.
Oh, what a beautiful song.

The North has made up a song or two
And then they all cried "What will we do?"
About how they were suffering tremendously
Now they sing with happiness during all the parties they throw joyously.

His name is Eli Whitney
10,000 muskets he made
For the U.S. Army
Interchangable parts were all the rage
Now ol'Eli can sit and rock in his old age.

Soldiers marching on with pride
Taking no time to stop and eat
Can-opening now made easier with a pry
While marching to the tempo of the beat.

Dot, dash, dot, dash,
It's the new way to telegraph,
Samuel Morse that's my name
And inventing the telegraph's my game.


Lewis and Clark went out one day,
Into a land far far away.
The land was rough and full of trees,
Fierce animals and stinging bees.

Grab your favorite dancing shoes
And put on your nice black tie.
Kick your heels up nice and high
Under the stars hanging in the sky.
At the barn dance tonight
You can laugh and be merry.
Who will win the contest,
Joseph or Carrie?

Bowling, bowling, bowling
Pick up your balls, let's all get rolling
We're going down town to do some bowling
It's the sport of the ages
People would set a ball rolling
Down an alley of grass to set pins spinning
And earn a name in nine pin dealings

The Emancipation Proclamation
He wrote without a vacation
The Gettysburg Address
He didn't stop to play chess
He's our man Abraham!
So pick up your pitch fork and head for the plow.
It's Lincoln's dream for all slaves now.
To work in the fields without lashes and beatings
All freeman can now come to meetings.