To roam near the pond!” then they pondered.
Old time softly paused o’er the home of this pair,
Nor grief nor perplexity haunted;
And when the meek husband asked “What shall I wear?”
“Plaid pants,” she replied, and he panted.
She, like a good wife, made his wardrobe her care;
(Neglecting it seemed to her wicked;)
So, when she brought linen, all shining and fair,
Saying “Wear this, dear Dick!” then he dickied.
And when a bright bud of divinity came,