When the Flyin’ Scot[138]

fills for shootin’, I go southward,

wisin’ after coffee, leavin’

Lady Starkie.

Weady for some fun,

visit yearly Wome, Damascus,

in Mowocco look for fwesh a —

— musin’ places.

Where I’ll find a fwend,

don’t you know, a charmin’ creature,

like a Gweek God and devoted:

how delicious!

All they have they bwing,

Abdul, Nino, Manfwed, Kosta:

here’s to women for they bear such

lovely kiddies!