THERE’S just a twinkle in your eye

That seems to say I MIGHT, if I

Were only bold enough to try

An arm about your waist.

I hear, too, as you come and go,

That pretty nervous laugh, you know;

And then your cap is always so

Coquettishly displaced.

Your cap! the word’s profanely said.

That little top-knot, white and red,

That quaintly crowns your graceful head,

No bigger than a flower,
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