KIDNAPED

I held my heart so far from harm,

I let it wander far and free

In mead and mart, without alarm,

Assured it must come back to me.

And all went well till on a day,

Learned Dr. Cupid wandered by

A search along our sylvan way

For some peculiar butterfly.

A flash of wings, a hurried dive,

A flutter and a short-lived flit;

This Scientist, as I am alive

Had seen my heart and captured it.

Right tightly now‘ tis held among

The specimens that he has trapped,

And sings ( Oh, love is ever young ),

‘ Tis passing sweet to be kidnaped.