THE MISTLETOE BOUGH (extract)


I'm tired of dancing now she cried
Here tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide
And Lovell be sure thou'rt the first to trace
The clues to my secret hiding place.
Away she ran and her friends began
Each tower to search and each nook to scan
"Oh where dost thou hide" Young Lovel cried......

.........Oh there you are ... gotcha!!