A store and a girl in a showy gown,
To buy her gum and soothing smile;
You scarce believe me, it’s many a mile
I thus have trod with loving guile—
And one day laughing my teeth fell down,
In her presence, sir,
I could not help it.”
“That winsome girl who serves our table—
I vow that I am quite unable
To keep my eyes from following her,