Take care of him--he's much too good to live,

With him you must be very gentle:

Poor fellow, he's so highly sensitive,

And O, so sentimental!

Be sure you never let him sit up late

In chilly open air conversing--

Poor darling, he's extremely delicate,

And wants a deal of nursing!



LUD:

I want a deal of nursing!



LISA:

And O, remember this--

When he is cross with pain,

A flower and a kiss--

A simple flower--a tender kiss

Will bring him round again!



His moods you must assiduously watch:

When he succumbs to sorrow tragic,

Some hardbake or a bit of butter-scotch

Will work on him like magic.

To contradict a character so rich

In trusting love were simple blindness--

He's one of those exalted natures which

Will only yield to kindness!



LUD:

I only yield to kindness!



LISA:

And O, the bygone bliss!

And O, the present pain!

That flower and that kiss--

That simple flower--that tender kiss

I ne'er shall give again!



[Exit, weeping.]