Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I drink my fill. Sobriety is a jewel That I do much adore; And therefore keep me dancing Though drunkards lie and snore. O mind your feet, O mind your feet, Keep dancing like a wave, And under every dancer A dead man in his grave. No ups and downs, my pretty, A mermaid, not a punk; A drunkard is a dead man, And all dead men are drunk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE RUINES OF TIME by EDMUND SPENSER TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SACRED FRUIT by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN |