Last night young Cupid lost his way,

And came to me to find it.

He'd been a truant all the day,

But didn't seem to mind it.

I put him in a hansom then

For home, and feed the cabby;

But my reward was what most men

Would call extremely shabby.

He got his bow and arrows out,

And pierced my heart, nor tarried,

But drove away ere I could shout,

"Great Heavens, Cupe, I'm married!"