Merry Old Souls Old Ben Franklin was a merry old soul, He walked down Market Street munching a roll, And a girl laughed loud, and her laughter was so ranklin’ That old Ben Franklin made her Mrs. Ben Franklin. Old Julius Caesar was a merry old soul, To be a Roman Emperor was all his goal; But he put away the crown; He was such an old teaser That the mob put the finger on old Julius Caesar. Old Isaac Newton was a merry old soul, He invented gravitation while out for a stroll; And no one up to now has succeeded in refutin’ The good old hypothesis of old Isaac Newton. Old Savanarola was a merry old soul, He held all of Florence under rigid control, But the people didn’t like it, so they doped his Coca-Cola, And then they heated Florence with old Savanarola. Old Francois Rabelais was a merry old soul; Many of his writings were very, very droll, But the censors struck, and they treated him quite shabbily By cutting out the good parts of good old Francois Rabelais.