XIV.

This morning when we come to work I got Jammed in the elevator back of you, and there They made you stick your elbow in me where The mince pie lands; the lunch that I had brought Was all smashed flat, but still I didn't care; You leaned against me, for you couldn't stand Because the ones in front were crowdin', and My nose was pressed deep into your back hair.

I wish we'd had to go ten times as high, Or else that we'd be shootin' upward yet, And never stop no more until we'd get Away above the clouds and in the sky, And you'd lean back forevermore and let Your hairpins always jab me in the eye.