Lyman, Frederick, And Jim

(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLUB)     Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day,     Set out in a great big ship--     Steamed to the ocean adown the bay     Out of a New York slip.     "Where are you going and what is your game?"     The people asked those three.     "Darned if we know; but all the same     Happy as larks are we;     And happier still we're going to be!"     Said Lyman     And Frederick     And Jim.     The people laughed "Aha, oho!     Oho, aha!" laughed they;     And while those three went sailing so     Some pirates steered that way.     The pirates they were laughing, too--     The prospect made them glad;     But by the time the job was through     Each of them pirates, bold and bad,     Had been done out of all he had     By Lyman     And Frederick     And Jim.     Days and weeks and months they sped,     Painting that foreign clime     A beautiful, bright vermilion red--     And having a ---- of a time!     'T was all so gaudy a lark, it seemed     As if it could not be,     And some folks thought it a dream they dreamed     Of sailing that foreign sea,     But I'll identify you these three--     Lyman     And Frederick     And Jim.     Lyman and Frederick are bankers and sich     And Jim is an editor kind;     The first two named are awfully rich     And Jim ain't far behind!     So keep your eyes open and mind your tricks,     Or you are like to be     In quite as much of a Tartar fix     As the pirates that sailed the sea     And monkeyed with the pardners three,     Lyman     And Frederick     And Jim!