I am as fond of fun and jokes
As other real red-blooded folks.

I relish bits of breezy spice,
Within the bounds considered 'nice;'

And do not think, because I'm down,
That I must whine and wear a frown.

I love to eat. I love to drink.
I love to be alone and think

Of faded days, and of the girls
Whose mem'ries are a string of pearls.

No matter what the bliss to-day,
To-morrow finds it in decay,

And likewise every sorrow flees,
Leaving only memories.