Another Chapter

The Janitors Boy by Nathalia Crane

Oh I’m in love with the janitors boy, 
and the janitors boy loves me; 
he’s going to hunt for a desert isle
in our geography.

A desert isle with spicy trees
Somewhere near Sheepshead Bay;
A right nice place just fit for two
Where we can live away.

Oh I’m in love with the janitors boy,
He’s busy as can be;
And down in the cellar he’s making a raft
Out of an old settee.

He’ll carry me off, I know that he will,
For his hair is exceedingly red;
And the only thing that occurs to me
Is to dutifully shiver in bed.

The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,
For my parents I hate to annoy;
“I have flown away to an isle in the bay
With the janitors red-haired boy.”