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While I hold as superficial him who has his young initial / Neatly graven on his Turkish cigarette, / Such a bit of affectation I can view with toleration, / Such a folly I forgive and I forget. / Him who rocks the little boat, or him who rides the cyclemotor / I dislike a little more than just enough; / But you might as well be knowing that the guy who gets me going / Is the man who wears his kerchief in his cuff.
Now I've builded many a verse on that extremely stylish person / Who insists upon the hat of emerald hue; / I have made a lot of fun of things that honestly were none of / My blanked business -- and I knew that it was true. / At the shameless subway smoker I have been a ceaseless joker -- -- / For that nuisance daily gets me in a huff -- / But the one that makes me maddest is that pestilential faddist / Who is carrying his kerchief in his cuff.