AS THE mad lark rises, drunk with song and sun,
When morning bends above the dewy meadow,
And his clear call proclaims: " The Day is won! "
Over a hurrying rout of driven shadow,
So likewise do I sing, my Sugar-Bun,
When your red bean floats into sight, sweet Kiddo!
It fills me full of joy ... it makes me, Hon,
As happy as a Million Dollar Widow!

My Twenty-second Wife wore nightcaps, Sue ...
Frilled things, with cherry-coloured ribbons stuck
Upon them. When I pulled one off, as luck
Would have it, why the lady's head came too!
Anger made me too rough, as anger may,
No doubt. So died our romance! Welladay!