On His Queerness

When I was young and wanted to see the sights,
They told me: " Cast an eye over the Roman Camp
If you care to.
But plan to spend most of your day at the Aquarium —
Because, after all, the Aquarium —
Well, I mean to say, the Aquarium —
Till you've seen the Aquarium you ain't seen nothing."

So I cast an eye over
The Roman Camp —
And that old Roman Camp,
That old, old Roman Camp
Got me
Interested.

So that now, near closing-time,
I find that I still know nothing —
And am not even sorry that I know nothing —
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