Boys pretty fine

You can take them home, with your parents,to dine.
Sea-green eyes, they’re built on chisel-line.
They come from all parts- ‘urbs, towns and the mine,
And posh city pockets. Quite like lozenge divine,
They are boys pretty fine.
Oh, they are boys quite fine.

Some names they have, with streets that rhyme.
Take some time off, they shall refill your Rhine.
Gloss-and-nail stains on their shirts, nevermind.
The sheets are white, and suddenly the sky’s the sunny kind.
They are boys pretty fine.
Oh, they are boys quite fine.

Scary outcomes await, scared you are of Pater-canine.
Approval shouldn’t be sought; Lost glories are for to pine.
The growing protuberance ends in a new life, months nine,
And these boys have left an indelible sign.
They were boys pretty fine.
But for how long can you whine?
Pretty boys, not-so-fine…
Pretty boys, not-so fine…
Oh, they were boys quite fine.