My brother Phillip was a smooth operater
I called him. Mahatma Dandy.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
Made them sigh.

Dandy was always flying off to somewhere.
Charming and disarming. Six feet four.
Smiling like the cat from Cheshire.
But bigger.
Dandy loved all and all loved him

A heart of gold but subject to frosty weather.
Dandy could never seem to get it all together
But. The boy. Had style.
Should have bottled it and sold it.

Easy street.