When the old and gray must Life obey,
Like a full fledged bouncing brat.
All hail to May and to friends for aye!
The friends who in council sat,
And said, “We pray, take the month of May,
And live in a beautiful plat.”
Hooray, hooray, for my holiday!
I’ll be a master at the bat;
Without delay I’ll mount my way,
As high as Ararat.