SOME DAY

(To an Extortionate Tailor)

I KNOW not when your bill I'll see,

I know not when that bill fell due,

What interest you will charge to me,

Or will you take my I. O. U.?

It may not be till years are passed,

Till chubby children's locks are gray;

The tailor trusts us, but at last

His reckoning we must meet some day.