SUNDRY SWEETS
Oh, oh, how I love to plant the tender tree!
What tho’ it bear no fruits for me?
Its shady boughs, its leafy greenery,
Its balmy, budding youthful gladness
Will cheer me when in age and sadness.
“Hah, there!” A nice little girl just sauntered by;
I smiled at her, she smiled at me,
And now we both are smiling, don’t you see?
Whoopla—ha! ha! What a picnic!
A lady just kissed me at the train.
(But it wasn’t meant for me!)
“How strange!” you say, “how very queer?”
(Oh, she mistook me for her hubby dear,)
Who signaled her, and yelled in vain.
Observing tourists thought he’d gone insane.
Yes, I enjoyed it more than he,
That kiss that wasn’t meant for me.
Now that I’ve made my little fortune,
I have lots of fun,—
There’s not a thing I miss.
I am so glad, I am so gay;
If Psyche throw my love away,
If I “fall out” with Chloris
I will, I will be merry still.
A smile, a smile,—
Have I not won a smile,
A smile from charming little Doris?