OH I'm in love with the janitor's boy, And the janitor's boy loves me; He's going to hunt for a desert isle In our geography. A desert isle with spicy trees Somewhere near Sheepshead Bay; A right nice place, just fit for two, Where we can live alway. Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy, He's busy as he can be; And down in the cellar he's making a raft Out of an old settee. He'll carry me off, I know that he will, For his hair is exceedingly red; And the only thing that occurs to me Is to dutifully shiver in bed. The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note, For my parents I hate to annoy: "I have flown away to an isle in the bay With the janitor's red-haired boy." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE VENICE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |