GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music I. IMPROMPTUS by Solomon S. Drogin 62. Motherly treatment An infant was I in the mob What was I to do, Ceres? Should I have cuddled to some shoulder Or make myself independent of each? The latter I did do Jollied every one, all It pleased them to hear from the infant Cooing, sweet phrases for their vanity. Tired grew I late Merriment a peak attained Then, as all things it lagged Then did I contribute my bit She pitied me, did she Or were desires awakened in her? I cared not but took my fill A little and went on my way. Another day