I’ll live upon credit when minus of cash,
In the eyes of the world I will cut such a dash,
That envious chappies shall cry, “Can’t he ‘mash’!”
(Said I to myself, said I).
I’ll never drink anything else but best “cham.”
(Said I to myself, said I),
Or “cotton” to fairies who’re not “real jam”
(Said I to myself, said I);
But of dear little pets I will have the first pick,
And dress in a style most decidedly “chick.”