A Ballad
to
The
Buttermilk Kid, Lois who mixes our “Corn of the Week”
I'm the best pall that I
ever had,
I like to be with me,
I like to sit and tell
myself
Things, confidentially
I often sit and ask me,
If I shouldn't or I
should,
And I find that my advice
to me
Is always pretty good.
I never got acquainted
with
Myself, 'till here of
late,
And I find myself a jolly
chum,
I treat me simply great.
I talk with me and walk
with me,
And join myself in song;
I never knew how well
myself
And me could get along.
I never try to cheat me,
I'm as trustful as can be
No matter what may come or
go
I'm on the square with me.
It's great to know
yourself and have,
A pal that's all your own;
To be such company for
yourself,
Your never left alone.
You'll try to dodge the
masses,
And you'll find all roads
a joke;
If you'll only treat
yourself as well,
As you treat all other
folk.
I've made a study of
myself,
Compared with me, the lot,
And I've finally
concluded,
I'm the best friend that
I've got.
I often sit and hold my
hand,
When I'm alone with me;
Or else real close to me I
stand
When no one else can see.
And when around the room,
myself
A couple times have
chased,
I catch myself and then I
put,
My arm around my waist.
I like myself, but often I
My face will roundly slap;
If I forget myself and try
To sit upon my lap.
That's when I'm alone with
me,
And can't trust myself
that's true
And I'm really quite
surprised
What I won't let me do.
I like to sit beside
myself,
And at me slyly wink;
And then I mix a high-ball
and
To me, this toast I drink.
“Here's to me and only
me,”
“Of all the ones that
know us;”
“To the sweetest words I
ever heard-”
“ 'God bless me – I
love Lois.' “
-Si Lance.
Page 338 – Heart Throbs
Vol. 2
