A BACHELOR'S IDYL.
I am not married, but I see
No life so pleasant as my own;
I think it's good for man to be
Alone.
Some marry not who once have been—
A curious process—crossed in love,
Who find a life's experience in
A glove;
Or else will sentimental grow
At recollections of a dance;
But, luckily for me, I've no
Romance.
Of course I know "love in a cot,"—
The little wife who calls you "hub,"—
But I'm content whilst I have got
My Club.
In some fine way, I don't know how,
Some fool, some idiot, who lacks
A grain of sense, proposes now
A tax.
A Tax on Bachelors! Ah, well,
If this becomes the law's decree,
I cheerfully shall pay the L.
S.D.,
Quite happy with my single lot,
Convinced beyond a doubt that life
Is just worth living it you've not
A wife.