With girlish dress And fond caress She sat upon her father's knee, And whispered oft In accent soft, "You're the only man in the world for me." Two twelvemonths passed— He hastened fast To meet his little girl once more, But breathed a sigh And wiped his eye To find a woman at the door. But on his knee As tenderly As e'er of old she made her plea, And whispered sweet, "Just you—and—Pete Are the only men in the world for me." |