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Robert Lindner
The Mikado Of My Memory
With “Three Little Maids From School”
‘Three little maids from school are we,
Pert as a school-girl well can be,
Filled to the brim with girlish glee,
Three little maids from school!”
The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan
As I walked down the path I always take,
I met three girls on the way to the lake.
On a bright spring day and because of spring,
I remembered the song that three girls sing,
In The Mikado of my memory,
With school-girls, who were pert as they could be,
When I was a school-boy, dreaming of
School-girls and holding hands, kissing and love.
As lovers love the spring, Shakespeare foretold,
In dreams of youth, that forget being old,
That sing songs of school-girls pretty and pert,
Songs with dancing school-girls, who like to flirt
Behind their fans, brushed with flowering trees,
From seminaries and tutelaries,
Three little maids from school, who sing and dance
In my memories of school-girl romance,
When The Mikado appeared on our stage,
My youth remembers and forgets its age,
Then pretty school-girls that I knew appear,
In my mind and memory from that year.
On stage, the maids were three, but there were four
Or five, I’m sure I can remember more,
School-girls that caught my eye, though from afar,
But I’m certain that they know who they are,
Or were, when The Mikado came in spring,
And the three little maids would dance and sing,
“Filled to the brim with girlish glee,” and I
Was a school-boy, dreaming, and being shy,
Pretended I was looking at the sky,
Though there were pretty school-girls in my eye,
When there were bright spring days just like today,
And The Mikado was that year’s spring play.
By Robert Lindner 4/9/17
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