CUPID’S BILL
One summer day, poor little Cupid
Sat sadly poring o’er his slate.
“I fear I must be very stupid,”
He said, and shook his curly pate.
And then he ran away to Venus.
“Dear mother, help me! if you will,
I’m sure,” he cried, “that we between us
Can straighten out Sir Strephon’s bill.”
Said Venus, “Just as I expected!