Words by a cool lady

The flying trapeze,
With a cry of Allez-oop!
To jump the rails, kick over the traces,
To go on the town and visit places,
Sit ten at a table meant for two,
And choke on smoke, as you used to do,
To tread the floor with the dancing bears,
They on your feet and you on theirs,
To have flings at things
that philosophers true shun
And to undermine your constitu-shun.
Home is heaven and orgies are vile,
but you NEED an orgy once in a while!
-- Frances Benjamin Johnston