A pretty girl, a summer’s night,
A moon serenely mellow;
A fond caress, a loving vow,
A kiss, and all is well, oh!
Again the girl another night,
Same moon—so far all's well, oh!
But if we took another look,
We'd see another fellow.
A shady nook, a babbling brook,
Red lips where kisses dwell, oh!
“Swear to be true!” “I do! I do!”
Pwp! pwp! The lucky fellow!
Again the nook,
Once more the brook,
Same lips—but sad to tell, oh!
The one who sips those ruby lips
Is quite another fellow.