(O, for a brandy and soda she sighed),
But it interested her little indeed,
Such books are tame if you haven’t “teaed.”
And no one sat by her side.
She went to the window and gazed at the sky,
(O, for a brandy and soda she sighed),
Then she saw her particular mash pass by,
To attract his attention did she try,
But in vain, tho’ hard she tried.
Her chloral bottle she took in her hand,