Not the dog days and the forgotten ways
Not the highways and byways, of dark forays
Not the butts and ends, in creaky stairways
Not the jetsam and flotsam of the good, old days.
Not the pinching worries, where the future lays
The world’s no constant, nothing and no one stays?
Let me then sing to you, of gladness and li’l sways
Dear, oh, dear, I’ll tell you ‘bout now, today!