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No. 9 - Duet - Caroline and Meakin - "Fancies."
| Caroline: | The cuckoo is calling aloud to his mate, The turtle dove coos in its nest; |
| Meakin: | Its nest! |
| Caroline: | And oh! I am longing to meet with my fate Whose photo lies hid in my breast. |
| Meakin: | Her breast! |
| Caroline: | Ah, will he be tender and loving and sweet To one so unworthy as me, And fondle me much as I sit at his feet, Or sometimes, perhaps on his knee! |
| Meakin: | Sometimes, perhaps on his knee! |
| Caroline: | Life is a pudding, Life is a plum. Into my brain, now and again, Fancies like this will come. Often I wonder, Hour after hour, When with my thumb I pull out a plum, Will it be sweet or sour? |
| Meakin: | The sunbeams are wooing with tender caress The blossoms that aren't in the shade. |
| Caroline: | The shade! |
| Meakin: | The dragonfly, in an extravagant dress, Keeps buzzing a sweet serenade. |
| Caroline: | Serenade. |
| Meakin: | There's love in your heart
and there's love on the breeze, There's love 'mid the flowers that bloom; There's love 'neath the shade of the whispering trees, Oh, love takes up far too much room! |
| Caroline: | Love takes up far too much room! |
| Both: | Life is an omelet; Life is an egg. Oh! what a true practical view, Listen to me, I beg, Excellent cooking will not avail; All will depend on this in the end, Is the egg fresh or stale? Will it be sweet or sour? |
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Page modified 5 February 2017