Have you ever while pondrin'
The ways of the morn
Thought to save just a bit
Just a drop in the horn

To sup in the morning
Or late afternoon
Or during the evening
While we're shining the moon

Have you ever cried out
While counting the snow
Or watching the tomtit
Warble hello

Break out the cigars
This life is for squirrels
We're off to the drugstore
To whistle at girls

I may perish of nostalgia.

Sandy