LITTLE LESSONS

THE love I bear you, dearest,

Would make the sweetest tale,

We'd sail upon a sea of bliss,

And I would lift the sail.

Our happiness would be sublime,

Surpassing tongue or pen.

You may as well learn things from me,

As to learn from other men.

"Oh! you have touched me--deeply--"

The young thing whispered low.

He pleaded: "Come! oh! come with me."

She could not answer: "No."

She said: "I'll be your pupil."

And softly added then:

"I may as well learn things from you

As to learn from other men."

They dined alone that evening,

And the young man got his wish.

They even broke the unwritten law

Of: "Nevaire before zee feesh."

At half-past three, next morning,

He staggered home again.

She had taught him tricks he never knew,

That she'd learned from other men.