I saw a maid one autumn day
Across the street, that is to say;
And she looked sweet, as all girls are
When first you spy them from afar.
I crossed the street, and looked again–
I started wearing glasses then.
I saw her in a week or two,
And she was wearing glasses too!
Imagine my surprise, can you?
(I’d thought me quite a handsome view.)
Your face may look o.k. to you,
And that’s the other fellow’s view.
Laughing, worried, fat or slim,
The other guy’s looks best to HIM!
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 31, 1936
