Paolo—
What errand brings you out amid the snow?
Perchance you've lost your way, rash Cupid. (C.) No.
The harbinger of spring to lovers true,
I started out while yet the snowflakes flew.
Paolo—
You're late I fear, my hopes have sunk too low.
Cupid—
Let not your drooping spirits fail, faint heart
Did never yet assume that valiant part
That finds a way in spite of what befall
And wins at length to beauty's citadel.
Paolo—
Thanks, Cupid, for your words of lofty cheer;
My heart responds, I see my pathway clear.
My Darling
I'll take Virginia in my arms and kiss her
On lips and cheek and brow;
I'll tell her how I love her, miss her,
And when, and why, and how.
I'll draw my darling to my heart and hold her
In fond and close embrace;
I'll whisper softly how I've longed to fold her
In all her girlish grace.
I'll look into her eyes, their love light showing,
Small need of words we'll know;
For tender glances sprung from hearts aglowing,
With meaning overflow.
Cupid—
Such sentiments as these I quite approve:
I'm hopeful for the outcome of your love.
Cupid (turning to Frosties)—
Who are these furry folk that round us stand?
They seem like members of the Frosties' band.