He left his Lady Verse
for life’s other odd treasures
and since he’s been away
she’s lost all her old lusters

With her touch not quite as
compelling, less enchanting,
his oaths of endless love
he has begun recanting

But what is this, this strange,
strange happening, happening here?
As he writes his parting note
he feels a feeling quite queer

He rips it up, he can’t,
he can’t do it, he loves her,
to his abysmal pain
he knows she’s the only cure

And the special thing ‘bout
that ole’ lady, Lady Verse,
is she holds no grudge, no spite,
and young fools she won’t amerce