Once more, Good Friends, we're gathered 'round the board

To feel the joys of fellowship restored.

There's nothing like them! Friends can't be replaced,

Nor thoughts of them from Memory be effaced!

Of course we form new friendships, but I feel

That these, like old ones, are not staunch and real.

It takes long years to prove our friends, you know,—

Those who are steadfast in our weal or woe.

So here's to you, Miss Prim! and you, Miss Prude!

We wouldn't have you different if we could!

Two Roses rare you are, and sweet; I ween

You were not doomed to bloom and blush unseen.

I've seen your cheeks suffused with crimson hues;

(Dame Nature's make-up is the rouge you use!)

I've seen your lips in saucy challenge perked;

(But for your protests, they'd be overworked!)

I've seen your eyes with mischief filled and tears;

(But I could never pity you, My Dears!)

I've seen your breasts with agitation heave;

(Your hearts must be affected, I believe!)

I've seen your shapely forms pass in review

Before my lonely couch, in dreams of you,—

And what I haven't seen, some little bird

Has told me all about. Upon my word,