I I REMEMBER That November When the new November child On this old world woke and smiled. II Here's a woman, Sweet and human, And they call her Janet, now,— I can't make it out, I vow III It only seems One night of dreams; Years they say; how @3do@1 they plan it? What's become of Little Janet? IV Never mind; She's good; she's kind; Age can never bend or win her; There's a heart of youth within her. |