Catulla, I would fly to thee—
Bright bird of luring lingerie,
Of bushy bob, of knees aswing,
This golden task be mine in fee,
To seek Spring Chickens in the Spring!
Envoi
Prince, let us leave this grove, pardie,
A flapper is a fairer thing:
Let us fare fast where such there be,
And seek Spring Chickens in the Spring!