You cling so fast unto these links; not like the other chaps,
Who like to dally on the streets and play the game of craps?
“Is it that you enjoy the work of carrying a bag
While others speed the festive ball o’er valley, hill, and crag?
And do your spirits never seem to falter or to flag?
“I’ve watched you many a day, my lad, and puzzled o’er the fact
That you are so attentive to the game; your every act
Doth indicate perfection—there’s been nothing you have lacked.
“And I would know just why it is that you so perfect seem—
In all my golfing days you’ve been the very brightest gleam—