When thou from school and poky things hast stole,
Oh, ain’t it good for heart and brain and soul
To plunge right in and swim your own sweet way?
I pity folks who bathe where they must wear
A bathin’-suit! I wouldst have none in mine.
Give me a good old shady corner where
Nobody’s lookin’. That’s what I call “fine!”
And when I bathe in this sawed-off affair,
The swimmin’-hole’s the thing for which I pine.
