You see that first-class candy-shop
Up yonder where them school girls stop?
They’ve gathered sweet-meats there that’s worth
As much as any now on earth;
But they’ve got nothin’ that’s in sight
Of what we ate that winter’s night.
An’ up on Woodland Avenue,
A young, old lady, kind an’ true,
With han’some tresses gray enough,
But still on earth, an’ “up to snuff,”