Idle Folly

Down at the corner barroom The fellows gibe and jest For their homelife is too common, Too vulgar for their taste. So, when between their teeth A tussle comes in view, Each little snip of gossip Is worth a month of chew. Should any of their number Admire a winsome dame, Hi-ho, it's off to the sporting And fast into the game. They say she is a swimmer Of Olympian behest; Why sure, how else could she have Developed such a - chest? I wonder, would it tingle Her ears if she ever knew How, from that quick and single Glance, her statistics grew? And how they tease and kid him Until his face is scarlet, And how they gibe an bid him Woo this pretty starlet. They have him roped and haltered, And they almost have him hitched; I'm sure it's common knowledge, So it wasn't me who snitched. Why should we spoil their jolly fun By being too concise, So we'll neglect to point out That she is another's wife.