There, stop! That'll do — yes, I own it —
But, dear, I was young then, you know.
I wrote that before we were married;
Let's see — why, it's ten years ago!
You remember that night, at Drake's party,
When you flirted with Dick all the time?
I left in a state quite pathetic,
And went home to scribble that rhyme.
What a boy I was then with my dreaming,
And reading the riddle of life!
You gave a good guess at its meaning
The night you said “Yes,” little wife.
One kiss for old times’ sake, my Dolly —
That did n't seem much like a dream.
Holloa! something's wrong with the children!
Those young ones do nothing but scream.