I Was The Slyest Boy At Home, The Slyest Boy At School, I Wanted All The World To Know That I Was No One'S Fool. I Kept My Childish Hopes And Schemes Locked Closely In My Breast, No Single Secret Shared With Bob, The Chum I Liked The Best. I Never Showed My Squirrel'S Nest, Nor Beaver Dam, Nor Cave, Nor Fortress Where I Used To Go To Be A Soldier Brave. Oh, I Was Sly, Just Awful Sly, In Winter, Summer, Spring, While Bob Would Tell Me All He Knew, I Never Told A Thing. And Yet Bob Always Got Ahead; I'd Find The Careless Knave Asleep Within My Fortress Walls, And Fishing In My Cave. "What, Yours!" He Said, In Great Surprise, "You Should Have Told Me So. You Never Said A Word, Old Chum, And How Was I To Know?" My Slyness Hurt More Than It Helped; If Bob Had Known, You See, He Was Too Kind To Do His Best To Get Ahead Of Me. I Still Was Sly When I Grew Up. I Fell In Love With Nan, But Scorned To Own It To Myself Or Any Other Man. So Sly Was I, Nan Never Guessed - No More Did Handsome Bob - That Every Time She Looked My Way My Heart, It Stirred And Throbbed. The Same Old Story! Ere I Knew, My Chum Had Loved And Won. When I Explained I'd Picked Her Out To Be My Very Own, "What, Yours!" He Said In Great Surprise, "You Should Have Told Me So. You Never Said A Word, Old Chum, And How Was I To Know?" I've Learned My Lesson, Lost My Girl; You'll Own 'Tis Rather Rough. Henceforward I'll Not Be Too Sly - I'll Be Just Sly Enough.