As Annie was carrying the baby one day,
Passing aloft the lump of inanity -
Dear Ho it's father and mother no doubt,
To the rest of the world a mere lump of humanity,
Sam came along, and was thinking then, maybe.
Full as much of Annie as she of the baby.
"Just look at the baby"! cried Ann, in a flutter,
Giving its locks round her fingers a twirl:
If I was a man I know that I couldn't
Be keeping my hands off a dear little girl."
And Sam gave a wink, as if to say "Maybe,
Of the girls, I'd rather hug you than the baby!"
"Now kiss it!" she cried, still hugging it closer,
"Its mouth's like the roses the honey-bee sips!"
Sam stooped to obey; and, as heads came together,
There chanced to arise a confusion of lips!
And, as it occurred, it might have been maybe,
That each got a kiss Sam, Ann and the baby!
It hard to tell what just there was the matter,
For the baby was the only one innocent there:
And ** like a full-blown peony,
And Samuel turned red to the roots of his hair,
So the question is this --- you can
*** maybe---
Did Annie kiss Sam, or did both kiss the baby.
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Submission Name: A Question [Dallas]
