Walt Whitman's Niece

Last night or the night before that
 (I won't say which night)
 A seaman friend of mine
 (I'll not say which seaman)
 Walked up to a big old building
 (I won't say which building)
 And would have not walked up the stairs
 (Not to say which stairs)
 If there had not been two girls
 (Leaving out the names of those two girls)
 I recall a door, a big long room
 (And I'll not tell which room)
 I remember a deep blue rug
 (But I can't say which rug)
 A girl took down a book of poems
 (Not to say which book of poems)
 And as she read, I laid my head
 (And I can't tell which head)
 Down in her lap
 (And I can't mention which lap)
 My seaman buddy and his girl moved off
 After a couple of pages
 And there I was, all night long
 Laying and listening and forgetting the poems
 And as well as I could recall
 Or my seaman buddy could recollect
 The girl had told us she was a niece of Walt Whitman
 But not which niece
 And it takes a night and a girl
 And a book of this kind
 A long, long time to find it's way back
 Last night or the night before that
 (I won't say which night)
 A seaman friend of mine
 (I'll not say which seaman)
 Walked up to a big old building
 (I won't say which building)
 And would have not walked up the stairs
 (Not to say which stairs)
 If there had not been two girls
 (Leaving out the names of those two girls)
 I recall a door, a big long room
 (And I'll not tell which room)
 I remember a deep blue rug
 (But I can't say which rug)
 A girl took down a book of poems
 (Not to say which book of poems)
 And as she read, I laid my head
 (But I can't tell which head)
 Down in her lap
 (And I can't mention which lap)