So he sadly sat and pondered, as doleful as he could be;
When a brilliant notion struck him—“Done!” cried Lothario Lee.
“I’ll send her the pawnshop ticket, my tale of wo ’twill tell,
For she alone can redeem my heart—the rich and rare Florelle.”
He sent her the tell-tale ticket, he scribbled a hasty line,
Bidding her call at Dan Cupid’s shop and claim her valentine.
And as she read the message, in the soul of the fair Florelle
A joyful thought rang merrily, like a far-away marriage bell.
With her heart in a frantic flutter, adown the street sped she,
Till she reached Dan Cupid’s pawnshop, at the sign of the roses three.