No hat down to salute

This old man with no flute

 A boring old man they say

Like one made of dry hay

But as I hear from the hearsay

The old man is not one to mingle

They say “that’s why he’s still single”

But what can I do if it’s true

Just hopes he gets a crew

To spend Saturday night with at evening bay

At least then he won’t be gay

But when he’s gone to the grave

                                                          They’ll say “he’s all but brave”