Some folks who don't know what to do with their evenings
Up till dawn with their dress clothes on they will roam
Dancing 'round in a Cabaret
Homeward bound at the break of day
I have found that it doesn't pay
So I'd rather stay at home
With my little book of poetry
Let me while the hours away
Reading the poets of olden times
Meeting the girls they dressed up in rhymes
I will never ask for company
When the skies of blue turn to gray
Mister Kipling and Poe are the best friends I know
At the end of a weary day