Cupid

Why was Cupid a boy,

And why a boy was he?

He should have been a girl,

For aught that I can see.

For he shoots with his bow,

And a girl shoots with her eye;

And they both are merry and glad

And laugh when we do cry.

And to make Cupid a boy

Was surely a woman's plan,

For a boy never learns to mock

Till he has become a man:

And then he is so pierced through

And wounded with arrowy smarts,

That the whole business of his life

Is to pick out the heads of the darts.