33.
You’ll count among your future joys,
Six little girls, six little boys.
34.
Before you sip, take firm grip,
You’ll have no slip ’tween cup and lip.
35.
Your pace, I fear, is rather fast—
Your love’s by far too hot to last!
36.
33.
You’ll count among your future joys,
Six little girls, six little boys.
34.
Before you sip, take firm grip,
You’ll have no slip ’tween cup and lip.
35.
Your pace, I fear, is rather fast—
Your love’s by far too hot to last!
36.