The Way of the Sex.
Reading edition
One morning in May, as the doodle-bug lay
In her cavern a fathom down under the ground,
The poodle-dog came, and he murmured her name,
And the doodle-bug’s heart gave a rapturous bound.
“O doodle, dear doodle!”
Soft murmured the poodle:
“What now, Mr. Poodle?”
Responded the doodle.
Then he told her his love, did the amorous poodle.
But the doodle-bug said, with a toss of her head,
“What stocks, bonds, or moneys, I pri’thee have you?”
But the poodle replied, “I have nothing beside
My beautiful fleece and a heart that is true.”
“Well, then, Mr. Poodle,”
Retorted the doodle,
“I’m not such a noodle,
To wed a kiudle
Who hasn’t a boodle”—
And she gave him the mitten, the frugal Miss Doodle.
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