II
Joe, just you kool 'em—nice and skew [9]
Upon our old meogginee,
Now ain't they utterly too-too?
III
They're better than a pot'n a screw,
They're equal to a Sunday spree,
Them flymy little bits of Blue!
IV
Suppose I put 'em up the flue, [10]
And booze the profits, Joe? Not me. [11]
Now ain't they utterly too-too ?
V
I do the 'Igh Art fake, I do.
Joe, I'm consummate; and I see
Them flymy little bits of Blue.
VI
Which, Joe, is why I ses to you—
Æsthetic-like, and limp, and free—
Now ain't they utterly too-too,
Them flymy little bits of Blue?