Whom Have I Kissed
I kissed the baker's son under the willow tree,
I kissed the merchant's son on a bluff that looks over the sea.
I kissed the carpenter's son when it was raining,
I kissed the artist's son when we were painting.
I kissed the butcher's son because he was a misfit.
I kissed the landlord's son because I felt like it,
But the blacksmith's son is the one that I love,
And, for better or worse, he's the one that loves me.