Some frequent spots where hammocks swing,
And others saunter to the pool
Their tired limbs to bathe and cool.
But give me just the shady rook
That o’er the dripping spring doth look,
And let me watch the bright lamps flash,
And let me listen to the splash
Of the old spring that drips and drips,
To cool and cure the fever lips.
Who could forget the landlord’s vim