Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has, take him out, without making a noise!
Hang the Almanac’s cheat, and the Catalogue’s spite!
Old Time is a liar! We’re twenty to-night.
We’re twenty! We’re twenty! Who says we are more?
He’s tipsy, young jackanapes! Show him the door!
“Gray temples at twenty?” Yes! white, if we please;
Where the snow-flakes fall thickest, there’s nothing can freeze.
Was it snowing I spoke of? Excuse the mistake!
Look close,—you will see not a sign of a flake;