A “Billet-Doux”
She was a winsome country lass,
So William on a brief vacation,
The time more pleasantly to pass,
Essayed flirtation.
And while they strolled in twilight dim,
As near the time for parting drew,
Asked if she would have from him
A “billet-doux.”
Now this simple maid of French knew naught,
But doubting not ’twas something nice,
Shyly she lifted her pretty head,
Her rosy lips together drew, and coyly said,
“Yes, Billy—do,”
And William—did.