Collegia – Ode 10: One Little Month

 

ONE little month will soon slip by,
Four little weeks will quickly fly;
“Twenty eight days!” we gladly cry,
And laugh and sing
For blue the sky,
And everything
Seems happy.

Oh, long and drear can be a term
With ‘flu and paratyphoid germ,
Yet our resolves are hard and firm
To laugh and sing
For blue the sky,
And everything
Seems happy.

Now had we known a thing or two
We healthy ones would have caught the ‘flu,
And be at home with naught to do
Save laugh and sing
‘Neath friendly sky,
For everything
Is happy.

15. 11. 1927