If I can read the tender sign,
He longs to steal a kiss of mine;
“In love and war”—you know the line.
Why cannot he discern it?
He longs to steal a kiss of mine,
He may, if he’ll return it.
And the man of observation has given his experience in the matter:
Beneath a shady tree they sat;
He held her hand, she held his hat,
I held my breath and lay right flat—