A pleading look, a stifled cry,
Then good-bye, friend, good-bye, good-bye.”
After which followed this parody.
Easy chair and soft young man,
Lovely girl on his kneepan.
Let him hold her while he can.
Her father is taking the chain off the pup,
On Tommy’s pants he will shortly sup;
Get up Myrtle! get up, get up.
“Biff,” a voice from the far away,