oh i m in love with the janitor s boy and the janitor s boy loves me he s going to hunt for a desert isle in our geography a desert isle with spicy trees somewhere near sheepshead bay a right nice place just fit for two where we can live always oh i m in love with the janitor s boy he s busy as he can be and down in the cellar he s making a raft out of an old settee he ll carry me off i know that he will for his hair is exceedingly red and the only thing that occurs to me is to dutifully shiver in bed the day that we sail i shall leave this brief note for my parents i hate to annoy i have flown away to an isle in the bay with the janitor s red haired boy 