June-time is tune-time!
Don't you hear the song?
All the time is love time
Where the roses throng!
Don't you sigh or sorrow!
Raptures full and free
Crown each glad tomorrow,
Sweet, for you and me!
June-time and tune-time,
Where the roses throng,
Life-time and love-time
And the world of song!
The Candidate.
He's getting so busy, he makes the world dizzy,
His smoke can be seen from afar;
He kisses the babies and flatters the ladies
And gives the old man a cigar!