MY FRIEND
True and trustful, never doubting, Is my young and handsome friend; Always jolly, Full of fun, Bright eyes gleaming Like the sun-- Never see him blue or pouting From the day's break to its end.
Whether I am "flush" or "busted" Makes no difference to him! "Let's be gay, sir"-- He would say, sir-- "Won't have any Other way, sir!" Oh, he's never cross and crusted-- Light of heart and full of vim!
Often we go out together For a ramble far and wide-- Catch the breezes Fresh and strong Down the mountain Swept along-- For we never mind the weather When we two are side by side.
But my friend is sometimes quiet, And I've caught his clear brown eye Gazing at me, Mute, appealing-- Telling something, Yet concealing, Yes, he'd like to talk! Well, try it-- "Bow, wow, wow," and that's his cry!
ANONYMOUS.
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