The poem
I do not swear because I am A sweet and sober guy; I cannot vent a single damn However hard I try. And in viruperative way, Though I recall it well, I never, never, never say A naughty word like hell.
To rouse my wrath you need not try, I'm milder than a lamb; However you may rile me I Refuse to say: Goddam! In circumstances fury-fraught My tongue is always civil, And though you goad me I will not Consign you to the divvle.
An no, I never, never swear; Profanity don't pay; To cuss won't get you anywhere, (And neither will to pray.) And so all blasphemy I stem. When milk of kindness curds: But though I never utter them - Gosh! how I know the words.