Nitpick: Jack Johnson was real- he was the first black heavyweight champ. The movie/play The Great White Hope had a fictionalized version of Johnson, “Jack Jefferson,” as the protagonist.
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
I’ve got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet;
I’ve got pieces of April, it’s a morning in May.
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
I’ve got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet;
I’ve got pieces of April, it’s a morning in May.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.”
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
I’ve got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet;
I’ve got pieces of April, it’s a morning in May.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.”
‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ ‘e plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water—green;
It was crawlin’ an’ it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
I’ve got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet;
I’ve got pieces of April, it’s a morning in May.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.”
‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ ‘e plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water—green;
It was crawlin’ an’ it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Ain’t tryin’ to cause a big sensation,
Just talkin’ bout my generation.
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
I’ve got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet;
I’ve got pieces of April, it’s a morning in May.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.”
‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ ‘e plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water—green;
It was crawlin’ an’ it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Ain’t tryin’ to cause a big sensation,
Just talkin’ bout my generation.
There was an old man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin,
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings.
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.”
1: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately done decree
He crawled upon the railroad track
The train he could not see.
Oooey Kubla!
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood a while in uffish thought
And burbled as it came.
In Blackest Day
In Darkest Night
Stand Up Sit Down
Fight Fight Fight
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
We looked and we saw him step in on the mat
We looked and we saw him: The Cat in The Hat.
It is an ancient mariner, he stoppeth one of three:
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Wherefore thou stoppest me?”
15 minutes could save you 15 percent or more
At Geico.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
But feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
And feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
Whose wood these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
A place you can escape the world where the dark lord cannot go,
Peace of mind and sanctuary by loud water’s flow.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
I’ve got pieces of April, I keep them in a memory bouquet;
I’ve got pieces of April, it’s a morning in May.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
and when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.”
‘E lifted up my ‘ead,
An’ ‘e plugged me where I bled,
An’ ‘e guv me ‘arf-a-pint o’ water—green;
It was crawlin’ an’ it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
Ain’t tryin’ to cause a big sensation,
Just talkin’ bout my generation.
There was an old man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin,
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings.
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.”
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T’was Grace that taught…
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear…
the hour I first believed.
So mother’s tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your life in sheer misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Next up: Characters introduced before the Civil War that are still around at the end of Gone With The Wind