Yet worshiped this Lotharian child.

Fitz-Willieboy was so blasé,

He burned a Transcript up one day!

The Orchids fashioned all their style

On Flubadub’s infernal guile.

That awful Boston oath was his—

He used to ’jaculate, “Gee Whiz!”

He showed them that immoral haunt.

The dirty Chinese Restaurant,

And there they’d find him, even when