The Janitor's Boy
Nathalia Crane (1913 – 1998)
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy,And the janitor's boy is in love with me;He's going to hunt for a desert isleIn our geography.
A desert isle with spicy treesSomewhere near Sheepshead Bay;A right nice place, just fit for twoWhere we can live alway.
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy,And the janitor's boy is busy as he can be;And down in the cellar he's making a raftOut 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 meIs to dutifully shiver in bed.
And on the day that we sail, I will leave a little note,For my parents I hate to annoy:"I have flown to an island in the bayWith the janitor's red-haired boy."