SOME DAY

(To an Extortionate Tailor)

I KNOW not when your bill I'll see,

I know not when that bill fell due,

What interest you will charge to me,

Or will you take my I. O. U.?

It may not be till years are passed,

Till chubby children's locks are gray;

The tailor trusts us, but at last

His reckoning we must meet some day.

Some day—some day—some day I must meet it,

Snip, I know not when or how,

Snip, I know not when or how;

Only this—only this—this that once you did me—

Only this—I'll do you now—I'll do you now now—

I'll do you now!

I know not are you far or near—

Are you at rest, or cutting still?

I know not who is held so dear!

Or who's to pay your "little bill"!

But when it comes,—some day—some day—

These eyes an awful tote may see;

And don't you wish, my tailor gay,

That you may get your £. s. d.?

Some day—some day—some day I must meet it,

Snip, I know not when or how,

Snip, I know not when or how;

Only this—only this—this that once you did me—

Only this—I'll do you now—I'll do you now now—

I'll do you now!

F. P. Doveton.