NOTHING UNTOWARD.

And the wise man has pockets empty

What makes him so wise

And the fool has a plate of plenty

Plenty of lies.

Nothing untoward about that

With the sun on the mind

And a shine on my heart.

Nothing untoward just believe

There’s a love you can find

Cause my love’s on my sleeve.

And we hold to the dream of the future

A dream coming true

Cupid has gave me a lecture

About I love you.

And the wise man insists he has knowledge

But knowledge of what

And the fool has a hand at a last wish

But what has he got.