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WILLY
They were talking of love, oh, so wisely!
How we slaved for that charity tea!
Of love in its ‘higher relations,’
And ‘Platonic’ affection, dear me!
How we slaved for that charity tea!
Of love in its ‘higher relations,’
And ‘Platonic’ affection, dear me!
But poor little I was too flighty,
Contrived on too heedless a plan,
Too vain (so they said) and too trifling
To know aught of the ideal man.
Contrived on too heedless a plan,
Too vain (so they said) and too trifling
To know aught of the ideal man.
They talked, and oh! I grew sleepy;
And the sun streamed in on the pane;
And I hardly seemed wanted, and somehow
I found myself down in the lane.
And the sun streamed in on the pane;
And I hardly seemed wanted, and somehow
I found myself down in the lane.
And then, oh then, I met Willy:
He popped from the hedge with his gun:
‘So delightful,’ he said, ‘to meet you here,
Of all people under the sun.’
He popped from the hedge with his gun:
‘So delightful,’ he said, ‘to meet you here,
Of all people under the sun.’
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Yes, would you believe it, 'twas Willy,
And his two little dogs, ‘Smalls’ and ‘Mods’;
I faltered, ‘Aunt Susie will miss me,’
But Willy just said, ‘What's the odds!’
And his two little dogs, ‘Smalls’ and ‘Mods’;
I faltered, ‘Aunt Susie will miss me,’
But Willy just said, ‘What's the odds!’
And he said—but, oh that I can't tell you!
But he kissed me before he began:
He's over six feet, and he's lovely,
If he isn't an ‘ideal’ man.
But he kissed me before he began:
He's over six feet, and he's lovely,
If he isn't an ‘ideal’ man.
My eyes were tight shut, and he kissed me,
And ‘Mods’ gave a warning bow-bow;
And I screamed, and thought, ‘Was my hair tidy
While Willy recorded his vow?’
And ‘Mods’ gave a warning bow-bow;
And I screamed, and thought, ‘Was my hair tidy
While Willy recorded his vow?’
Then I slipped to my corner demurely,
And patted and smoothed down my hair,
And wondered if any one noticed,
And made up my mind not to care;
And patted and smoothed down my hair,
And wondered if any one noticed,
And made up my mind not to care;
For I still shut my eyes and saw Willy,
While we slaved for that charity tea,
And talked of love's ‘higher relations,’
And ‘Platonic’ affection, dear me!
While we slaved for that charity tea,
And talked of love's ‘higher relations,’
And ‘Platonic’ affection, dear me!
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