IV.—Between the Dances.
If I were—Jack, and you were—Jill,
Our waltz of some few minutes back
Perchance had been a "frightful thrill"—
If you were Jill, and I were Jack!
If I were Jack (that's—So-and-So),
Of smiles your face would know no lack;
That you were stretched on boredom's rack
You would not do your best to show,
If I were Jack.