The Wishbone

Were I to wish, sweetheart, with you,

I’d wish for summer skies, and blue;

I’d wish for love, and lively ways,

A soft guitar and roundelays,

A sheltered nook, a placid stream,

A light canoe and eyes a-dream.

But since the days are cold and drear,

And summer hours are gone, my dear,

I’ll wish for something nearer by

Which your fair hands can well supply:

I’ll wish to make my meal complete,

For one more slice of turkey meat.

Nov. 24, ‘09