his eyes were wide and large and bright

as shining drops of dew,

in which two violets had drowned

themselves and made them blue.

his lips were o! so soft to kiss

his smile was quaint and funny;

couldn’t think of any name

to call him only honey.

no one ever tho’t that i

was his sister sue.

for my eyes were just as black

as his eyes were blue.

and my hair was like a crow

his so golden sunny.

father ridicules the name

but keeps on saying honey.