There Was Merry-Making When The First Dart Fell As A Heralding, - Till Grinned The Fully Bared Thing, And Froze Like A Spell - Like A Spell. Innocent Was She, Innocent Was I, Too Simple We! Before Us We Did Not See, Nearing, Aught Wry - Aught Wry! I Can Tell It Not Now, It Was Long Ago; And Such Things Cow; But That Is Why And How Two Lives Were So - Were So. Yes, The Years Matured, And The Blows Were Three That Time Ensured On Her, Which She Dumbly Endured; And One On Me - One On Me.