TO MY SONS

Drink deep my sons, drink deep of life,
For naught but the thirsty soul tastes true,
I have no riches else to give
But a zest for life to you.
And Oh! For the call of her lusty voice…
And the sight of her swinging stride…
And her wild arms, and her wild charms,
And her keen sharp thrill inside.

And Oh! to catch the breath of lfe,
The phantom whiff of heady brew,
I have no greater hope
Than it be caught by you…..
And Oh! for the gleam of her loving eye,
That shines on her favored ones…..
And her curved thigh and her deep sigh,
And you’ll be men, my sons.