Nye and Riley's Wit and Humor — 'Curly Locks!'

[Illustration] "_Curly Locks!

Curly Locks!

wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine-- But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream.

_" Curly Locks!

Curly Locks!

wilt thou be mine?

The throb of my heart is in every line, And the pulse of a passion, as airy and glad In its musical beat as the little Prince had!

Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine!

-- O, I'll dapple thy hands with these kisses of mine Till the pink of the nail of each finger shall be As a little pet blush in full blossom for me.

But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And thou shalt have fabric as fair as a dream,-- The red of my veins, and the white of my love, And the gold of my joy for the braiding thereof.

And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream From a service of silver, with jewels agleam,-- At thy feet will I bide, at thy beck will I rise, And twinkle my soul in the night of thine eyes!

"_Curly Locks!

Curly Locks!

wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;

But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream.

_" Lines on Turning Over a Pass