II
A True McGlook once handed this to me:
When little Bright Eyes cuts the cake for you
Count twenty ere you eat the honey-goo
Which leads to love and matrimony—see?
A small-change bunk what’s bats on spending free
Can’t four-flush when he’s paying rent for two.
The pin to flash on Cupid is ‘Skidoo!’
The call for Sweet Sixteen is “23.”
But say! Life looks goshawful on the stretch
Without a Ray of Sunshine in my flat,
With no one there to call me “Handsome wretch,”
And dust the fuzz and mildew off my hat.
If she was waiting at the church tonight
You’d find me there with wedding-bells all right!