MARJORIE’S KISSES
MARJORIE laughs and climbs on my knee,
And I kiss her and she kisses me,
I kiss her, but I don’t much care,
Because, although she is charming and fair,
Marjorie’s only three.
But there will come a time, I ween,
When, if I tell her of this little scene,
She will smile and prettily blush, and then
I shall long in vain to kiss her again,
When Marjorie’s seventeen.
Walter Learned.