L' ENFANT TERRIBLE.

You're sweet on my sister, but nothing can save you;

She guys you and fools you, you aint got no show.

She don't care one cent for you, never will have you;

- But please don't go tell her that I told you so.

And ma, why she says you're a terrible "luny,"

And hopes that you'll soon take her hints for to go.

She never saw one both so silly and spooney;

- But please don't go tell her that I told you so.

Pa laughs, too, and thinks it tremendously funny

That a dummy like you should make such a blow.

You'd be but a hanger-on, spending his money;

- Of course you won't tell them that I told you so.

J. R.