To lasso the band conductor,
Having special little Ententes
With a boxful of the Navy;
Much too busy ragging Bertha,
Andrée, Denisette or Dolly,
Much too busy dodging Zizi,
When she clamoured “Champagne cider.”
And when A.P.M.s came prowling,
He would disappear sedately
With a beer mug in one pocket,