What use is all my coin to me Without a friend or two or three? The guy who’s cagey with his kale Should beat it quick to Bloomingdale. A little wine’s the proper dope, It makes you talk and sing and hope, Peace it promotes, for who would bicker When plied with wine? Hooray for licker!
The gifted author of this pome Shall tend to everything at home; The dishes will be clean and fine, And how the knives and forks will shine! Three other chaps I shall invite (Five-handed games—are they all right?) Nor care nor woe shall agitate us, Come on, old scout, come on, Torquatus!