I saw a youth holding his sweetheart’s hand.
That night I slept in a mansion
“I closed my eyes on garnished rooms
To dream of meadows and clover blooms,”
but while I dreamed, I was serenaded by a band of mosquitoes and this is the song they sang above my pillow:
“Buz-z-z! buz-z-z! no bars around this bed,
Buz-z-z! buz-z-z! no hair upon this head, mosquitoes,
Buz-z-z! buz-z-z! we’ll paint old baldy red,
There’ll be a hot time in the old town to-night!”