At one cherishing word,
That folds its wild wings there
Ne’er dreaming of flight,
That tenderly sings there in loving delight.
Oh my sad heart keeps pining
For one fond word,
Call me pet names dearest,
Call me a bird!
By the time you have finished, your solemn reflection in the glass will have changed to something almost as idiotic as the “peach” on the magazine cover.