The Gift Of Gifts

If Antoinette were sitting here before the cheery blaze, And she should ask me what I'd like to-morrow--day of days-- Would not my heart leap to my mouth, as any chap's would do, While leaning down to her pink ear, I softly whispered, "You!"

If Antoinette were just to give me half a chance to say What gift of gifts I'd like the best, how long would I delay In taking her into my arms and keeping her there, too, While earnestly I answer her with one brief, heartfelt "You!"

If Antoinette, dear Antoinette, were simply to suggest That question, don't you think that I would quickly do the rest? Well, you'd be wrong, because, alas! a year ago--or two-- She asked Jim what he wanted, and the lucky chap said "You!"