Oh soon it will be Summer time,
The breeze is telling me.
With sunny days and moony nights,
How dandy that’ll be.
But think you I’ll be golfing then
Or fishing futilely?
Oh–no–that only goes to show
You don’t know little me.
The jig-saw failed to get my goat:
Technocracy the same.
Compared with this thing wrong with me
Those things are very tame.
For l’ll be out there in the woods
Or romping o’er the lea,
And in hand there’ll be a net–
Insane? Oh–I’ll agree.
Yes, I’ll be chasing butterflies
Or dueling with a bee
For I’ve gone buggy over bugs
And that’s what’s wrong with me!
And yet I’m scared lest some poor soul
Should see me running free
have the bug-house keeper come
With HIS net after ME!
by Ray Romine Friday, March 17, 1933
