Freddy

Nobody knows what I feel about Freddy

I cannot make anyone understand

I love him sub specie aet ernitaties

I love him out of hand.

I don't love him so much in the restaurants that's a fact

To get him hobnob with my old pub chums needs too much tact

He don't love them and they don't love him

In the pub lub lights they say Freddy very dim.

But get him alone on the open saltings

Where the sea licks up to the fen

He is his and my own heart's best

World without end ahem.

People who say we ought to get married ought to get

smacked:

Why should we do it when we can't afford it and have

ourselves whacked?

Thank you kind friends and relations thank you,

We do very well as we do.

Oh what do I care for the pub lub lights

And the friends I love so well-

There's more in the way I feel about Freddy

Than a friend cal tell.

But all the same I don't care much for his meelyoo I mean

I don't anheimate mich in the ha-ha well-off suburban scene

Where men are few and hearts go tumptytum

In the tennis club lub lights poet very dumb.

But there never was a boy like Freddy

For a haystack's ivory tower of bliss

Where speaking sub specie humanitatis

Freddy and me can kiss.

Exhiled from his meelyoo

Exhiled from mine

There's all Tom Tiddler's time pocket

For his love and mine.