Or pass his days in revels al-Coholic;
For, nowadays, a glass de trop
Is not considered comme il faut.
No longer do the youthful fall,
Like leaf or partridge in October;
For they, if anything at all,
Are sober.
(I mean the boys,—don’t be absurd!
And not the foliage or the bird.)
No longer arm-in-arm they roam,