You must have "money on" to please the Bogey, Man!
Now, Ladies like to play "for love," a fault male hucksters blame,
But only sordid souls deny that is the true "grand game."
Man's vulgarer ambition's not just to play well and win;
His eye is ever on the stakes, his interest on the "tin."
Whist! Whist! Whist! That blatant Bogey, Man!
Whist! Whist! Whist! He'll flout us when he can.
"Indirect means" though, after all, are portions of his plan;
For all his brag he loves the "swag," the Bogey, Man!