And, worse than all, there’s girls—oh, holy smoke!
Are they a crime, or are they just a joke
Upon a boy?
And then, there’s always somebody to jaw
When you’re a boy—
Somebody always laying down the law
To every boy;
“Pick up your coat; see where you’ve put your hat;
Don’t stone the dog, don’t tease the poor old cat;
Don’t race around the house”—why, suffrin’ Moses!