Can’t you twig, dear boys,
From the sound of the kisses
She isn’t my misses,
She’s only my lady friend!”
In a voice like a train going over a bridge the Baron chimed in—
“My laty vrient, my laty vrient!
Cannot you tvig, mine boy,
Vrom ze sound of ze kiss,
He is not my miss,
He is only mine laty vrient!”