  HIS eyes were wide and large and bright As shining drops of dew, In which two violets had drowned Themselves and made them blue. His lips were O! so soft to kiss His smile was quaint and funny; Couldn’t think of any name To call him only Honey. No one ever tho’t that I Was his sister Sue. For my eyes were just as black As his eyes were blue. And my hair was like a crow His so golden sunny. Father ridicules the name But keeps on saying Honey. |
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