You'll be sorry

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

Was it my enemy or my friend I heard?

"What a big book for such a little head!"

Come, I will show you now my newest hat,

And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!

Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.

I never again will tell you what I think.

I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;

You will not catch me reading any more;

I shall be called a wife to pattern by.

And some day when you knock and push the door,

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,

I shall be gone,

And you may whistle for me.