From the broad of my back to the points of my toes,

When a pellet of paper hit my nose,

Teasingly, sneezingly.

Then I’d fling them bunches of garden flowers,

And hyacinths plucked from the castle bowers;

And I’d challenge them all to come down to me,

And I’d kiss them all till they kisséd me,

Laughingly, laughingly.

Oh, would not that be a merry life,

Apart from care and apart from strife,