Last year's troubles are so old fashionednThe robber on the highway the pirate on the seasnMaybe it's the clothing that's so entertainingnThe earrings and swashbuckling blouses that pleasennHere we have heroes of times that have passed nownBut nobody these days has that kind of chinnOver there the petticoats of ladies of virtuenYou can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sinnnLast year's troublesnnLook at all the waifs of Dickensian EnglandnWhy is it their suffering is more picturesque?nMust be cause their rags are so very VictoriannThe ones here at home just don't give it their bestnnLast years troubles they shine up so prettynThey gleam with a luster they don't have todaynHere it's just dirty and violent and troublingnEtc.nnLast year's troublesnnBut trouble is still trouble and evil still evilnSometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less?nIf we had a tool or could tally the handfulsnMeasure for measure it's the same would be my guess