The Billet Doux

She was a simple country maid,

When William, on a brief vacation,

More pleasantly the time to pass

Essayed flirtation.

And as they strolled in twilight dim,

And near the time of parting drew,

He asked her if she'd like from him

A billet doux?

Of French the simple maid knew naught,

But, deeming it was something nice,

On to a meaning quickly caught

And in a trice

Upwards she turned her dainty head,

Her pretty lips together drew

For purpose plain and coyly said

"Yes, Billy, do!"