My Little Book Of Poetry

[Verse:]
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

[Refrain:]
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