The friendly Pro so tanned and tall
I love with all my heart:
He shows me how to hit the ball,
And shares with me his art.
He wanders here, he wanders there,
Instructing dubs like me,
And charges for his counsel rare
A very modest fee.
He drops a ball upon the tee
And knocks it half a mile:
“There, hit it that way, man,” says he,
And never cracks a smile.