And my lips, for kisses made, are for love a lasting lure.
Pst! How those two stride on,
Without a glance at me! Do they think the game is won?
Hrumph! The Bear, although polite, is as pertinacious, quite,
As the tactless Teuton pig. I'll yet spoil their little game.
Triple Alliance? Fudge! If that girl is a good judge,
She will make a third with Me and my latest Gallic "flame."
Pst! Come along with me,
My dark Italian belle! We shall make a lovely Three!
[Left making signs.