  Elucidating the Little May-Pole Reader, will you join a gay dance Of the younger Social Set, And, amid their merry May-dance, Personally pirouette? Don a garment, smart and snappy, Wear your most engaging smile, Banish boredom and be happy— In the world of chic and style. Cedric woos Celeste—who dances— Vowing love that never dies; Ethel sees adoring glances In athletic Albert’s eyes; Peter—solvent as MÆcenas, Lures a mermaid to the shore, Telling her she looks like Venus, Which, of course, she’s heard before. You may dance, while Signor Cupid Fiddles an entrancing tune; Or, if you find jazzing stupid, There are gardens—and a moon! Life, and all its animation Bids us join the mad mÊlÉe, And, to use an old quotation, Gather rose-buds while we may. Every make of merry mortal, Wise or otherwise, is here, And this page is but the portal Of another world made clear. Yes, a world, and you may buy it In this giddy, gaudy book, Though, of course, I can’t deny it Has a rather Fish-y look! G. S. C. |
|
