The Spike: or, Victoria College Review Capping Carnival 1920

The Good Old Times

The Good Old Times

Gone are the trousers of last year,
And consumed its ice-creams;
Never to come again, we fear,
Save to men in their dreams.
For though we feed them, pet them, all their lives,
They're still the dear old tabby things.
Queer, old tabby things;
Dressed in their trousers of last year
That they wear in their dreams.