The chair was so near, and the shelf was so low,

And I opened the door just in time to see

The last of the coveted caramels go,

While a look imploring was cast on me,

“I ought to mustn’t, I know!”

The chair was so near, and the shelf was so low,—

To punish, alas! no courage I had:

And I did as, perhaps, you yourself might do,—

I kissed her, right there, so sweet and so bad!

But “I ought to mustn’t,” I knew!