Oh boy–how I hate to retire every night
When everything’s just in it’s glory
I really wake up just about at the time
Our neighbor to bed goes–b’gorry!
It’s tough on the neighbor, and no applesass
Our radio’s fierce–no deceivin’.
But when you think of him a-mowin’ his grass
At six in the morning–we’re even!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 17, 1933
