In 2006 the Freedom from Religion Foundation published a volume incorporating most of the poems from Yip’s earlier volumes into a new edition also called Rhymes for the Irreverent.

Following are selected poems which appeared in Yip Harburg’s two volumes of light verse, Rhymes for the Irreverent (1965) and At This Point in Rhyme (1976).

ATHEIST

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree;

And only God who makes the tree

Also makes the fools like me.

But only fools like me, you see,

Can make a God, who makes a tree.

REPENT IN PLEASURE

A little secret sinning now and then,

Should not disturb the saintliest of men;

For when your life is spent, and sun has set,

It’s easier to repent than to regret.

MUTUAL ADMIRATION

“Speaking of the Common Man,” said Lincoln,

“God must love him.”

And the Common Man, he must love God–

He made so many of Him.

BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD

God made the world in six days flat,

On the seventh, He said, “I’ll rest,”

So He let the thing into orbit swing,

To give it a dry-run test.

A billion years went by, then He

Took a look at the whirling blob;

His spirits fell, as He shrugged, “Ah well,

It was only a six-day job.”

COURTSHIP IN GREENWICH VILLAGE

Our days will be oh, so ecstatic,

Our nights will be oh, so exotic,

For I’m a neurotic erratic,

And you’re an erratic erotic.

INSCRIPTION ON A LIPSTICK

Oh, innocent victims of Cupid,

Remember this terse little verse;

To let a fool kiss you is stupid,

To let a kiss fool you is worse.

IRREVERENT HEART

My heart is like the willow

That bends, but never breaks.

It sighs when summer jilts her,

It sings when April wakes.

So you, who come a-smiling

With summer in your eyes,

Think not that your beguiling

Will take me by surprise.

My heart’s prepared for aching

The moment you take wing.

But not, my friend, for breaking

While there’s another spring.

So share my summer pillow,

Don’t spare my autumn aches;

My heart is like the willow

That bends, but never breaks.

MIRACLE

We’re wise to prestidigitators,

We’re hip to all theatrics,

We know how rabbits turn to doves

In all the magic hat tricks,

But how did Mary’s manger

Turn into the posh St. Patrick’s?

ADVERBS

WHERE and WHEN

Are lost in space.

THERE and THEN

Do not embrace.

So before we disappear

Come sweet NOW and kiss the HERE.

FAIL SAFE

It’s a hundred billion dollars

Every year at your expense,

For the Pentagon to gadget up

Our national defense.

But it’s comforting to know that

In the up and coming war,

We’ll be dying far more safely

Than we ever died before.