Fill.

OCTOBER

Say! October, how in thunder

Do you keep so young, I wonder?

You're no chicken, and you know it,

Yet, old man, for all you show it,

You might, on a sunny day,

Pass for April or for May.

See, your house is falling round you,

Yet you're laughing — say! confound you,

What's the secret? How'd you do it?

Mist and moisture? Ah, I knew it!

A pipe! A mug! October brew,

Fill up — October — here's to you!

Oliver Herford

Thanks for the mood, Kurt.