Scuffling Along

I was standing outside On a downtown street, Listening to the sound Of the people's feet. A tap tap here, And a clop clop there; A tip-tap clip-clop Everywhere. Then a scuffle through some leaves, Feather-scuffling, full of ease, And a smiling, bright-eyed face High o'er the shoes. Up into the sunny skies She had set her laughing eyes And she didn't seem to have A single care. And the clip-clops ceased to be, Or at least, inside of me, As I fixed on her a mighty Spell-bound stare. Then I found me in her wake, It was surely no mistake, For I followed that gay leaf-flag In her hair. It was just a week ago That I stood a-listening, oh, And what a glorious seven days Have passed! Now I scuffle in my ease With my scuffler of the leaves, Two gold rings around our fingers Tightly cast! Oh, you tap taps here, And you clop clops there, Oh, you tip-tap clip-clops Everywhere, I do love you for your sound, For the girl you brought around, For the town and street and walking You make fair!