Roguish Eyes

Twinkle, twinkle, roguish eyes,

What they speak you can’t disguise;

Tho’ you strive to sober be,

You cannot fool mamma or me.

Draw your face down if you will,

Roguish eyes will twinkle still.

Twinkle, twinkle, orbs of blue,

We can read you through and through.

June 24, ‘94

Pub. in Boston

Courier, Nov. 11,

    1894