Give me a night near the end of June,
With a beautiful girl and a big round moon;
I’d lose all the cares of this work and strife
On a south seas isle for the rest of life.
But there’s no use longing for all those things–
I suppose they’re reserved for queens and Kings.
So back now I go to my meat and cheese–
Is there romantic thought, now, in either of these?
by Ray Romine Monday, November 20, 1933
