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!