"'There's a colleen fair as May,
For a year and for a day
I have sought by ev'ry way
Her heart to gain.
"'There's no art of tongue or eye
Fond youths with maidens try,
But I've tried with ceaseless sigh,
Yet tried in vain.'"
(Pause.) "I'm afraid I forget some," the Atom confessed, ashamed. "But
I know all the parts about my guinea-pig," she added anxiously.
"Will you sing those parts?" he asked courteously.