When mostly all are gone to bed,
And YOU sit up talking-and-talking instead,
And you’re both of you one large vacant YAWL,
From the crown of your head to your feet on the floor—
If you want to pass the kitchen door,
Then FIRST you must pass the place of Paul.
There he circles round and round,
Chasing a tail that is never found,
Guarding the kitchen without a sound.
And if you want to make friends with Paul
You had better start in right now, with ALL
The gumption you can commandeer....
For the ways of Paul are decidedly queer!