And my Major was doing the Donkey-Drop
Between a couple of rippers—
Yet his pink-and-white pyjama-top
If anything seemed a shade de trop,
And his faultless coat hardly echoed the note
Of his worsted bedroom slippers.
But the world long since went off its chump,
And the cry of the man from France is,
"I simply refuse to let shirts and shoes
Prevent me from going to dances.