Butter and Eggs IN orange cap and yellow skirt She stands - this arrant farmer flirt! She knows the thoughts he dare not utter, The while he buys her eggs and butter, He knows his fate! And yet this silly lover begs, "Oh, will you sell A kiss, as well As butter and eggs?" |
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