A Ballad to The Buttermilk Kid, Lois who mixes our “Corn of the Week”

A Ballad
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