Man's Experience

A SCRAMBLE for gold, And a scurry for place, A brief pause for loving, A kiss, an embrace, A ring; then the altar, A vow to be true, Then back to the turmoil To scramble for two. For man's the provider, And ever he strives To care for his loved ones And brighten their lives. A year or so passes, Still toiling is he, 'A boy!' says the doctor, 'Now scramble for three.' For this is the common Experience of men, A small raise in salary Comes now and then. But ever we hurry And scramble by day, For the fam'ly increases As fast as our pay.