Kidnaped
I held my heart so far from harm,I let it wander far and freeIn mead and mart, without alarm,Assured it must come back to me.
And all went well till on a day,Learned Dr. Cupid wandered byA search along our sylvan wayFor some peculiar butterfly.
A flash of wings, a hurried dive,A flutter and a short-lived flit;This Scientist, as I am aliveHad seen my heart and captured it.
Right tightly now ’tis held amongThe specimens that he has trapped,And sings (Oh, love is ever young),’Tis passing sweet to be kidnaped.