the janitor's boy

oh i'm in love with the janitor's boy

and the janitor's boy loves me;

he's going to hunt for a desert isle

in our geography. a desert isle with spicy trees

somewhere near sheepshead bay;

a right nice place

just fit for two

where we can live always. oh i'm in love with the janitor's boy

he's busy as he can be;

and down in the cellar he's making a raft

out of an old settee. he'll carry me off

i know that he will

for his hair is exceedingly red;

and the only thing that occurs to me

is to dutifully shiver in bed. the day that we sail

i shall leave this brief note

for my parents i hate to annoy: i have flown away to an isle in the bay