Maxine No. 3
My Canuck maiden's coming back to me;
  I 'phoned last night to ask her if she would
  And she replied that even as she stood
Her thoughts were those I wanted them to be.

Her choice was catch a train then cross the sea
  Or take an aeroplane was just as good
  But one way or another if she could
Then come she would as soon as she was free.

And then she said we'd find a ready place,
  A stage with all the props and flats and flies
  Where we could write the script which we deemed wise
And direct it to be played at proper pace.

The time is right, we've let the curtain rise,
And so the play begins which we devise.