I'd rather walk with Margaret, I'd rather talk with Margaret, And anchor in some sylvan nook And fish Dream Lake with magic hook Than sit indoors and write this book. An author's such an ass, alas! To watch the world through window glass When out of doors the skies are fair And pretty girls beyond compare-- Like Margaret--are strolling there.…
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