WHEN someone pulls a droll idea, When someone thrusts a jocund jab, I laugh right out. You can't call me a Crab. The dollars that I spend are many To get a little bit of fun; I like a joke as well as any One. I never elevate mine eyebrow At what another thinks is rough; I do not have to have the highbrow Stuff. Yet nothing keeps my heart from sinking— Alas! how then my spirits droop— At jokes about the noise of drinking Soup. And though I have a quenchless yearning For any quip or crank or wheeze, I cannot smile at jokes concerning Cheese. I used to blame this lovely climate; But deep deliberation shows Me why I have so sad a time at Shows. |