(_My Four-year-old Sweetheart._)
To make sweet hay I was amazed to find
You absolutely did not know the way,
Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind
To make sweet hay.
We wandered out. It was a perfect day.
I asked if I might teach you. You were kind
Enough to answer, "Why, _of course_, you may."
I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined,
We made sweet hay. But what will Mother say
If in a dozen years we're still inclined
To make sweet hay?
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[Transcriber's Note:
Alternative spellings retained.
Punctuation normalised without comment.