Horace: Book III, Ode 9 br br "Donec eram gratus tibi--" br br HORACE, PVT. --TH INFANTRY, A.E.F., WRITES: br br br While I was fussing you at home br You put the notion in my dome br That I was the Molasses Kid. br I batted strong. I'll say I did. br br LYDIA, ANYBURG U.S.A., WRITES: br br While you were fussing me alone br To other boys my heart was stone. br When I was all that you could see br No girl had anything on me. br br HORACE: br br Well, say, I'm having some romance br With one Babette, of Northern France. br If that girl gave me the command br I'd dance a jig in No-Man's Land. br br LYDIA: br br I, too, have got a young affair br With Charley--say, that boy is there! br I'd just as soon go out and die br If I thought it'd please that guy br br HORACE: br br Suppose I can this foreign wren br And start things up with you again? br Suppose I promise to be good? br I'd love you Lyd. I'll say I would. br br LYDIA: br br Though Charley's good and handsome--oh, boy! br And you're a stormy fickle doughboy, br So give the Hun his final whack, br And I'll marry you when you come back.br br Franklin P.