Treasure Island

Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

A Paraphrase, By Dr. I.W.


Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bother
With prattlings and with vain ado
Your worthy and industrious mother,
Eschewing them that come to woo?

Oh, that the awful truth might quicken
This stern conviction to your breast:
You are no longer now a chicken
Too young to quit the parent nest.

So put aside your froward carriage,
And fix your thoughts, whilst yet there's time,
Upon the righteousness of marriage
With some such godly man as I'm.

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010

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