Wear again, and gaily wear, O Unchaperoned, the cap of constant love; Fish it out with dirty fingers-- The dusty cap That flaps in your back pocket. Dear duffer, drabbling In Tuesday's mauve-mangled dusk, Fatly fit upon your itchy bean, your patchy pate, The forgotten cap Young nights extruded in memorable grass. Be it papier-mache or toilet tissue, Beribboned bonnet, or low sombrero, Let its ostrich feathers fan the fickle Naysayers' intrusive noses. Fa-la. Wear such lapsed cap, such crumpled crown Gaily atilt, Or straighten its ancient injured bill-- But let, oh let, your mauve brain be haloed Constantly, constantly by love.