SUPPOSE

By Eugene Field

Suppose, my dear, that you were I

And by your side your sweetheart sate;

Suppose you noticed by and by

The distance‘ twixt you were too great;

Now tell me, dear, what would you do?

I know — and so do you.

And when ( so comfortably placed )

Suppose you only grew aware

That that dear, dainty little waist

Of hers looked very lonely there;

Pray tell me sooth — what would you do?

I know, and so do you.

When, having done what I just did

With not a frown to check or chill,

Suppose her red lips seemed to bid

Defiance to your lordly will;

Oh, tell me, sweet, what would you do?

I know, and so do you.