Nobody knows what I feel about Freddy br I cannot make anyone understand br I love him sub specie aet ernitaties br I love him out of hand. br I don't love him so much in the restaurants that's a fact br To get him hobnob with my old pub chums needs too much tact br He don't love them and they don't love him br In the pub lub lights they say Freddy very dim. br But get him alone on the open saltings br Where the sea licks up to the fen br He is his and my own heart's best br World without end ahem. br People who say we ought to get married ought to get br smacked: br Why should we do it when we can't afford it and have br ourselves whacked? br Thank you kind friends and relations thank you, br We do very well as we do. br Oh what do I care for the pub lub lights br And the friends I love so well- br There's more in the way I feel about Freddy br Than a friend cal tell. br But all the same I don't care much for his meelyoo I mean br I don't anheimate mich in the ha-ha well-off suburban scene br Where men are few and hearts go tumptytum br In the tennis club lub lights poet very dumb. br But there never was a boy like Freddy br For a haystack's ivory tower of bliss br Where speaking sub specie humanitatis br Freddy and me can kiss. br Exhiled from his meelyoo br Exhiled from mine br There's all Tom Tiddler's time pocket br For his love and mine.