Somebody’s Darlings A.R.

Whenever I stroll the broad thoroughfare

     Either morning or noon or by night,

And meet a fair damsel dressed fit for the show

And she looks not at me I instinctively know

     She is somebody’s darling all right.

And in the gray stores all a bloom with their wares,

     Midst ribbons and laces and light

Where over the counter, her cheeks all aglow,

I see the tall blonde, I certainly know

     She is somebody’s darling all right.

In the office and lobby and station and hall,

     Wherever they fall on my sight,

These wonderful creatures that flash to and fro,

Like the breath of the gods, I am grateful it’s so –

     That they’re somebody’s darling all right.

March 2, 1917