Why am I full of joy although br It drizzles on the links? br Why am I buying Veuve Cliquot, br And setting up the drinks? br Why stand I like a prince amid br My pals and envy none? br Ye gods of golf! Today I did br A Hole in One. br br I drove my ball to heaven high, br It over-topped the hill; br I tried to guess how it would lie, br If on the fairway still. br I climbed the rise, so sure I'd hit br It straight towards the green: br I looked and looked,--no trace of it br Was to be seen. br br My partner putted to the pin, br Then hoarse I heard him call; br And lo! So snug the hole within br Gleamed up my ball. br Yea, it was mine. Oh what a thrill! br What dandy drive I'd done br By luck,--well, grant a little skill, br I'd holed in one. br br Say that my score is eighty odd, br And though I won't give up,-- br Say that as round the course I plod, br I never win a cup. br Say that my handicap's nineteen, br And of my game make fun, br But holler: 'On the seventh green br HE HOLED IN ONE.