| In Spring, While softly cooed The Dove, Sam Told Selina of His Love. |
| The Summer Moon smiled on them both, Selina plighted him her Troth. |
| But Autumn brought a gayer Swain— Selina broke it off again. |
| 'Tis Winter now— Selina's slack— She'd give her thumbs to have him back. |
| Yet— When they met She tossed her head; He Stared at her and Cut her dead! |