LOVE AT TWO SCORE.
Ho! pretty page, with dimpled chin,
That never has known the barber’s shear,
All your aim is woman to win.
This is the way that boys begin.
Wait till you’ve come to forty year!
Curly gold locks cover foolish brains,
Billing and cooing is all your cheer,
Sighing and singing of midnight strains
Under Bonnybell’s window panes.