'TWAS a bright and moon-light evening
As they wandered on the shore,
And she gently pressed his coat-sleeve,
As she oft had done before.
And they talked about his college,
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While she charmed him with her looks;
Then she called him very naughty,
Not at all well up in books.
"Have you ever read," she murmured,
"Squees' Memoir? I wish you would."
"Well, since you insist," he whispered,
"I will try and be so good."
Take your arm away - you monster! -
From my waist, you awful man!
That's not what I meant at all, sir!
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