How I envy him!”
For all this work Jim gets several thousand dollars,
And the Lord only knows how much more he collars.
They say that Jim is slow but sure, and I’m free to declare
That’s Jim’s as slow, but not so sure, as any polar bear.
And so I sing
This little thing:
“Oh, Lucky Jim,
How I envy him!”
Why girls don’t up and marry Jim I really can’t make out;