Grandmamma's Valentine

By Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney.

Two little birdies after one fly!

Wonder if maybe they mean you and I--

Will-Boy and Jim?

Two little b'udders, that you can see;

And if one of 'em's you, and the other is me,

Wonder who's him!

Butterflies is such ex-culiar things!

Nothing at all but just two little wings.

Guess they must be

Quick winkie-thinkies! Wonder if this

Isn't a think, or a dear flying kiss,

F'om G'annie to we?

S'pose we can catch it? And then if we do,

Is one half for I and the other for you?

Or -- s'pose we just look:

A fly doesn't want to be tored into two,

And a kiss is as good, when you know it has flew,

As if it was took!