He used to call her “central”
When she’d “number?” on his line;
But later called her “Birdie”
As he thought her voice divine.
One day he called her “dearie”,
And it pleased her, I opine;
Next day she told the office
That she felt she must “resign”.
No more she answers “number?”
On the busy down-town line;
She must be gold of silver,
For he fondly calls her “mine”.
March 8, '09
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