A babbitt met a bromide on the avenue one day,
And held a conversation in their own peculiar way;
They both were solid citizens, they both had been around,
And as they spoke you clearly saw their feet were on the ground!
Nice weather we are having, but it gives me such a pain,
I've brought my umbrella so of course it doesn't rain!
Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day they chanced to meet again!
That they had both developed in ten years there was no doubt,
And so of course they had an awful lot to talk about!
I seem to know your face but I just can't recall your name!
Well how've you been old boy? You're looking just about the same!
Before they met again, some twenty years they had to wait;
This time it happened up above, inside Saint Peter's gate!
A harp each one was carrying, and both were wearing wings,
and this is what they said as they were strumming on the strings;