Songs About Life and Brighter Things Yet XXXIV

When I was young, my hopes ran high — My hopes did run, and so could I; They danced upon the mountain tops Oblivious of the traffic cops ;

They swung, like monkeys in the trees, From sun and moon and Pleiades ; They frolicked on the farthest wave And thumbed their noses at the grave; They thumbed their haughty bugles long At men and creeds and right and wrong, And gave the tin-horn days to come Their only sound of fife and drum: — Well, now my thyroid youth is done, I'm very glad my hopes had fun!