Kissing time
'T is when the lark goes soaringAnd the bee is at the bud,When lightly dancing zephyrsSing over field and flood;When all sweet things in natureSeem joyfully achime -'T is then I wake my darling,For it is kissing time!
Go, pretty lark, a-soaring,And suck your sweets, 0 bee;Sing, 0 ye winds of summer,Your songs to mine and me;For with your song and raptureCometh the moment whenIt's half-past kissing timeAnd time to kiss again!
So - so the days go fleetingLike golden fancies free,And every day that comethIs full of sweets for me;And sweetest are those momentsMy darling comes to climbInto my lap to mind meThat it is kissing time.
Sometimes, maybe, he wandersA heedless, aimless way -Sometimes, maybe, he loitersIn pretty, prattling play;But presently bethinks himAnd hastens to me then,For it's half-past kissing timeAnd time to kiss again!
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