Forget It!

Why, certainly, dear, we will take Sundayoff,With the family have a nice day;I admit I've neglected you somewhat oflate,On account of the matches I play.

But, now, I shall give you a truce from allthis,Joy for you and the kids is my aim; ,To the country we'll go and all golf willcut out,Though 'tis sure a fine day for a game.

'Tis a golfing course, children; now look atthat dub,With the brassie he got but ten yards;I could beat him around with my putteralone,Why, he only is fit to play cards.

Darn this train! I just missed old Jack'sdrive from the tee,He can swat 'em, I tell you, a bit;I have just about learned his quick snap ofthe wristsThat makes what they call a clean hit.

A beautiful valley! Why surely it is,The hills and the gulch and the lake,Filled with natural hazards and bunkersthroughout,What a wonderful course it would make.

Yes, this is our station, the new countryclubIs reached, by this coach, very soon.I thought you and the family would like todrive thereAnd return by the light of the moon.

Ah! is not this charming? The links, asyou see,Surround us completely and hereFrom the porch you can both see and hearfrom all sides.Will I play? How about it, my dear?

All right, Bill, I only can go you nine holes,I have cut out the game for to-day;I believe it is true that some people gettiredOf continual talk of my play.

Now, here is the dinner. Surely, Bill, takethis chair,I just want to go over the score,And see how the weak spots might havebeen cut out,I'm sure you'll not think it a bore.

Home again! Now, I know, dear, that youand the kidsThis day full of joys will proclaim.I'm only too happy to feel you have hadA little relief from the game.