And garbed in the latest style.
We coiled at ease, ’neath the dripping trees,
Or played with a crocodile.
Croaking and blind, with our side-laced feet,
Writing a language dumb,
Though we had no brains, we had no pains,
And that was going some.
Yet happy we lived, and happy we loved,
And happy we went our way,
And believe me, kid, when I say we did,