The Four Old Men

In the Cafe where I sit The four old men who look like bards Are playing at a game of cards ; And they are enjoying it.

They are so eager at their play, They shout together joyously, They laugh with all their voices, they Are like the little boys you see Playing in your nursery.

But they'd be angry, they would rave And swear and take it quite amiss, If you walked across and gave Each a penny and a kiss.