LEAP YEAR

A Modern Leap-Year Song

Ah, me! why should I marry me?

Lovers are plenty, but fortunes are few

Why lose wages that carry me

Better by far than a husband could do?

Fond youth, calmly I'm viewing you,

Steeling a heart that might flutter and throb:

I've no thought of pursuing you;

Poverty's stupid—I'll stick to my job.