When we were very young

by A. A. Milne

(Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .

Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .)

[72]
]They weave gold stockings for my lady’s feet

(Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .

Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .)

My lady is going to her own true man,

Youth to youth, since the world began,

But she must have stockings on her dainty feet.

Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .