If Antoinette were sitting here before the cheery blaze,
And she should ask me what I'd like to-morrow — day of days —
Would not my heart leap to my mouth, as any chap's would do,
While leaning down to her pink ear, I softly whispered, “You!”
If Antoinette were just to give me half a chance to say
What gift of gifts I'd like the best, how long would I delay
In taking her into my arms and keeping her there, too,
While earnestly I answer her with one brief, heartfelt “You!”
If Antoinette, dear Antoinette, were simply to suggest
That question, do n't you think that I would quickly do the rest?
Well, you'd be wrong, because, alas! a year ago — or two —
She asked Jim what he wanted, and the lucky chap said “You!”