Oh, The Days Were Ever Shiny When I Ran To Meet My Love; When I Press'D Her Hand So Tiny Through Her Tiny Tiny Glove. Was I Very Deeply Smitten? Oh, I Loved Like Anything! But My Love She Is A Kitten, And My Heart'S A Ball Of String. She Was Pleasingly Poetic, And She Loved My Little Rhymes; For Our Tastes Were Sympathetic, In The Old And Happy Times. Oh, The Ballads I Have Written, And Have Taught My Love To Sing! But My Love She Is A Kitten, And My Heart'S A Ball Of String. Would She Listen To My Offer, On My Knees I Would Impart A Sincere And Ready Proffer Of My Hand And Of My Heart. And Below Her Dainty Mitten I Would Fix A Wedding Ring, But My Love She Is A Kitten, And My Heart'S A Ball Of String. Take A Warning, Happy Lover, From The Moral That I Show; Or Too Late You May Discover What I Learn'D A Month Ago. We Are Scratch'D Or We Are Bitten By The Pets To Whom We Cling. Oh, My Love She Is A Kitten, And My Heart'S A Ball Of String.