<br>
Jigger<br>
[Mr. Snow]<br>
Geraniums in the winder<br>
Hydrangas on the lawn<br>
And breakfast in the kitchen<br>
In the timid pink of dawn<br>
<br>
And you to blow me kisses<br>
When I'm headin' for the sea<br>
We might have been a happy pair<br>
Of lovers, mightn't have we?<br>
<br>
And comin' home at twilight<br>
It might have been so sweet<br>
To take my catch of herring<br>
And lay 'em at your feet<br>
<br>
I might have had a baby-<br>
<br>
[Jigger]<br>
What!<br>
<br>
[Mr. Snow]<br>
To dangle on my knee<br>
But all these things<br>
That might have been<br>
Are never, never to be.<br>
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