Lady "Rogue" Singleton

Come, wed me, Lady Singleton,

And we will have a baby son

And we will live in Edmonton

Where all the friendly people run.

I could never make you happy, darling,

Or give you the baby you want,

I would always very much rather, dear,

Live in a tent.

I am not a cold woman, Henry,

But I do not feel for you,

What I feel for the elephants and the miasmas

And the general view.