like curly locks;
Till she fastened on the streamers, red and
yellow, white and blue,
And she held it up and twirled it, saying, “Sonny,
will that do?”
Would it do? It was a beauty! ’Twas a gem
in basket art;
And I piled it full of candy, put on top a big
red heart.
Then as soon as dusk could hide me I escaped