Fun and Frolic

by Unknown

Till I came to my own pink bedroom where I quickly smoothed my hair;

At my heart came a rush of rapture as I hastened to brush my dress

For who was down in the parlor? 'Twas dear little brown-eyed Bess.

Once more does our friendship flourish like the flowers in the garden-bed,

And a tall young stately maiden is in little Bessie's stead.

When I look at this stately maiden I think of the bright pink moss,

I think of a foaming brooklet with a bridge of stones across;

I think of a waste of heather, a collie pup, and a cat,

In the arms of a rosy baby with a blue straw sun shade hat.

When I look at this stately maiden I cannot a smile suppress.