III.

I wish a fire'd start up here, some day, And all the rest would run away from you— The boss and that long-legged bookkeeper, too, That you keep smilin' at—and after they Was all down-stairs you'd holler out and say: "Won't no one come and save me? Must I choke And die alone here in the heat and smoke? Oh, cowards that they was to run away!"

And then I'd come and grab you up and go Out through the hall and down the stairs, and when I got you saved the crowd would cheer, and then They'd take me to the hospital, and so You'd come and stay beside me there and cry And say you'd hate to live if I would die.