Classic Poem

VERSE 1

Babe, we are well met,
As in a spell met —
I lift my helmet.
Sandy,
You're just dandy
For just this here lad.
You're such a fistful,
My eyes are mistful —
Are you too wistful
To care?
Do say you care
To say, " Come near, lad. "
You are so graceful —
Have you wings?
You have a face full
Of nice things.
You have no speaking voice, dear.
With ev'ry word it sings.

REFRAIN

Thou swell!
Thou witty!
Thou sweet!
Thou grand!
Wouldst kiss me, pretty?
Wouldst hold my hand?
Both thine eyes are cute, too —
What they do to me.
Hear me holler
I choose a
Sweet lolla-
Palooza
In thee.
I'd feel so rich in
A hut for two.
Two rooms and kitchen
I'm sure would do.
Give me just a plot of,
Not a lot of, land,
And,
Thou swell!
Thou witty!
Thou grand!

VERSE 2

Thy words are queer, sir,
Unto mine ear, sir,
Yet thou'rt a dear, sir,
To me.
Thou couldst woo me.
Now couldst thou try, knight.
I'd murmur, " Swell, " too,
And like it well, too.
More thou wilt tell to
Sandy.
Thou art dandy.
Now art thou my knight.
Thine arms are martial,
Thou hast grace.
My cheek is partial
To thy face.
And if thy lips grow weary,
Mine are their resting place.

REPEAT REFRAIN