Bewitching is Belinda Brown,
The most bewitching maid in town
I watch her passing to and fro,
And ask, “how can you witch me so?”
Belinda Brown looks not at me,
But passes by with dignity;
She holds her parasol up straight,
And alters neither gaze nor gait.
She knows I love her; bless her eyes!
But then she likes to tantalize;
She knows I’ll follow soon if she
Refuses thus to notice me.
Belinda Brown, I’m on her track,
O, how I’d like to pay her back!
But how can I so cruel be;
Belinda’s only fun you see.
July 30, ‘06
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