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Robert W Service - The Petit VieuxRobert W Service - The Petit Vieux
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"Sow your wild oats in your youth," so we`re always told; But I say with deeper sooth: "Sow them when you`re old." I`ll be wise till I`m about seventy or so: Then, by Gad! I`ll blossom out as an ancient beau. I`ll assume a dashing air, laugh with loud Ha! ha! . . . How my grandchildren will stare at their grandpapa! Their perfection aureoled I will scandalize: Won`t I be a hoary old sinner in their eyes! Watch me, how I`ll learn to chaff barmaids in a bar; Scotches daily, gayly quaff, puff a fierce cigar. I will haunt the Tango teas, at the stage-door stand; Wait for Dolly Dimpleknees, bouquet in my hand. Then at seventy I`ll take flutters at roulette; While at eighty hope I`ll make good at poker yet; And in fashionable togs to the races go, Gayest of the gay old dogs, ninety years or so. "Sow your wild oats while you`re young," that`s what you are told; Don`t believe the foolish tongue sow `em when you`re old. Till you`re threescore years and ten, take my humble tip, Sow your nice tame oats and then . . . Hi, boys! Let `er rip.
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