O Cupid is a wanton lad
And like all little boys,
He seems to have no other care
But toys, and still more toys.mw-parser-output .nowrap,.mw-parser-output .nowrap a:before,.mw-parser-output .nowrap .selflink:before{white-space:nowrap}. . . .
You pluck your heart out from your breast
And give it in his hand,
He seems so innocently kind.
You know he’ll understand.
He holds it on his hand the while
The moonlight gilds it o’er,
And says, “It’s very pretty, yes;
But—have you any more?”