Giggling Girl

Son: Mother, up in town I met a giggling girl in gorgeous gown Who shines in her hue of brown ‘Oh giggling girl’, I said, ‘will you be my own? North and south, I have flown And together we shall tour up and down.’ Much fine words I have blown Much fair speeches I have thrown And much nice stuffs to her I’ve shown But she didn’t bulge or drown. Mother: Not too much to sit in frown To make you bend in burdens down Be still and studious on your own A wife in time will come for you to crown A queen to be in glistering gown