 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
210
[A lovelorn maiden she sat and sang]
A lovelorn maiden she sat and sang—This quaint, sweet song sang she:
“It's O for a youth with a football bang
And a muscle fair to see!
The Captain he
Of a team to be!
On the gridiron he shall shine,
A monarch by right divine,
And never to roast on it—me!”
Opoline Jones.
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |