"At six the doctor will be back."
Next to the dentist man he flew,
And called upon the merchant, too;
In every place, the city 'round,
But not a bit of game he found.
"Well, well!" said Cupid, with a moan,
"The world has cold and heartless grown."
So once again his wings he spread,
And over country roads he sped,
Back toward his home among spring flowers,