Trolley Folly

              (Handed in by the Office Boy, who thought it might be built into a song)

                  I.

A maiden fair tripped down the street

     All on a summer day;

It seemed like fate that we should meet,

     I unto her did say:

“You don’t know me, I don’t know you,

     But you look good to me;

If you hast nothing else to do

     Let’s trolley to the sea.”

              Chorus

     So we boarded the trolley

     Both feeling quite jolly,

And trolleyed together down by the sad sea;

     I bought a frankfurter,

     and she’s afraid it might hurt her –

I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me.

                  II.

At last I asked her what’s her name,

     She blushed and hung her head;

At last she told me it was “Mayme”,

     I told her mine was “Ted”.

She said, Alas! she must depart,

     And bid a sad adieu;

I pressed my hand upon my heart

     And said, “Mayme, I love you!”

              Chorus

     So we boarded the trolley

     I felt melancholy,

To think I must leave her down by the sad sea;

     I haven’t since met her,

     But I can’t forget her,

I wonder if ever she thinkest of me?

July 8, ‘09