I First Saw Phebe When The Show'Rs Had Just Made Brighter All The Flow'Rs; Yet She Was Fair As Any There, And So I Loved Her Hours And Hours. Then I Met Helen, And Her Ways Set My Untutored Heart Ablaze. I Loved At Sight And Deemed It Right To Worship Her For Days And Days. Yet When I Gazed On Clara'S Cheeks And Spoke The Language Cupid Speaks, O'Er All The Rest She Seemed The Best, And So I Loved Her Weeks And Weeks. But Last Of Love'S Sweet Souvenirs Was Delia With Her Sighs And Tears. Of Her It Seemed I'd Always Dreamed, And So I Loved Her Years And Years. But Now Again With Phebe Met, I Love The First One Of The Set. "Fickle," You Say? I Answer, "Nay, My Heart Is True To One Quartette."