Who make my old friend’s household bliss;
Oh, Johnnie, with the chestnut curls,
I’m sorry he’s too old to kiss!—
I only say, “How like his father!”
And take his hand and press it rather.
I tell them all the house is free,
And bid them make themselves at home,
And so, with peals of laughing glee,
About the stairs and rooms they roam:
But Johnnie joins not in their rout;