﻿LOVE UNDER PROTEST 
 
Song by T-Bone Slim. 

If you and I were lost at sea, 
Dear Boss — now, don’t you think; 
Both you and I quite safe would be— 
With you . . . too fat to sink. 
 
Suppose we two were swept eshore— 
To some uncharted beach. 
Where fruit grew on the trees, galore; 
And yet— too high to reach. 
 
Would you, I wonder, “pay me well” 
To pick this juicy freight; 
Or, would you wait until it fell— 
I’m thinking— you would wait. 
 
I’m thinking— you would wait, my lord. 
And . . . while-away your girth— 
For if I furnished you with board— 
You’d soon demand the earth.