Sir Golf and Sir Tennis are fighting like mad—
Now Sir Tennis is blown, and Sir Golf's right above him,
And his face has a look that is weary and sad,
As he hastily turns to the ladies who love him,
But the racket falls from him, he totters, and swirls,
As he hears them cry, "Golf is the game for the girls!"
The girls crave for freedom, they cannot endure
To be cramped up at tennis in courts that are poky
And they are all of them certainly, perfectly sure