Upon a time I had a Heart,
And it was bright and gay;
And I gave it to a Lady fair
To have and keep alway.
She soothed it and she smoothed it
And she stabbed it till it bled;
She brightened it and lightened it
And she weighed it down with lead.
She flattered it and battered it
And she filled it full of gall;
Yet had I Twenty Hundred Hearts,
Still should she have them all.
Notes
From: A Parody Anthology by Carolyn Wells, 1904, Charles Scribner's Sons
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Such a bundle of truth in what this writer "jokingly" says.
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