I like the good old-fashioned way--
A handshake or a slap,--
The boys who jab your ribs and say
"You're all right, Bill, Old Chap!"
I like the lad who sees you first
And always shouts your name,--
Who, tho your luck be at its worst,
Says--"Cheer up, Bill! Be game!"
I like the chum who's always glad
To soothe you when you're ill,--
Who, when he finds you broke and sad,
Says--"Here's a Dollar, Bill!"
I'd like to grab him by the throat
And hold his mouth tight shut,--
Who, questioned, makes you out the goat--
"Who? Bill? He's all right, _but_--!"