To swell the ranks of "Fresh-Cut Flowers."
Some went beside a bed of pain
Where influenza claimed its due;
They drooped and never smiled again,
The epidemic had them too.
A gay young gallant bought some buds,
And jauntily went out to dine
With other reckless sporting bloods,
Who talked of women, drank of wine;
But whilst they talked, and smoked, and drank,