Thanks
for the memory of
China's funny walls, transatlantic halls,
a weekend at
Niagara when we hardly saw the falls,
how lovely it was.
Thanks for the memory of rainy afternoons,
swingy
Harlem tunes, and motor trips, and burning lips,
and burning toast and prunes, how lovely it was.
Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well,
it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun and no harm done
And thanks for the memory
Of lunch from twelve to four
sunburn on the shore,
that pair of gay pajamas that you bought and never wore
so thank you so much
Thanks for the memory of
sentimental verse
Nothing in my purse
And chuckles when the preacher
said for better or for worse
How lowly it was
Thanks for the memory of
lather on your face
Pipes around the place
And how I jumped the day you trumped
my one and only ace
How lowly it was
Let ters with sweet little secrets
That couldn't be put in a day while
Too bad it all had to go haywire
But that's all right
I sleep at night
So thank s for the memory
And strictly en tree new
Darling, how are you?
And how are all the little dreams
that never did come true?
Awfully glad I met you
Cheerio and
Toodaloo
And thank you so much