Woman:
But here's the door
Without a key!
An unlocked room
Won't do for me!
Doctor:
Here's a bolt—
Deacon:
And here's a bar—
Landlady:
You'll sleep soundly
Where you are!
Woman:
Good night, gentlemen,
It's growing late,
Good night, landlady,
Pray don't wait!
I'm going to bed,
I'll bolt the door
And sleep more soundly
Than ever before!
Deacon:
Good night, madam,
I'll steal away—
Doctor:
Glad a pretty lady
Has come to stay!
House:
She lights a candle—
What do I see!
That cloak looks like
A quilt to me!
She climbs into bed
Where long she's lain,
She's come back home,
She won't leave again.
She's found once more
Her rightful place,
Same old lady
With a pretty new face.
Let the deacon pray
And the doctor talk,
The mice will squeak
And the ghosts will walk.
There's a crafty smile
On the landlady's face,
The old woman's gone,
But she's filled her place!
Landlady:
It's nothing to me
If the old woman's dead,
There's somebody sleeping
In every bed!
II. Love Poems in Summer