Enough Rope/Day-Dreams
Day-Dreams
WE’D build a little bungalow, If you and I were one,And carefully we’d plan it, soWe’d get the morning sun.I’d rise each day at rosy dawnAnd bustle gaily down;In evening’s cool, you’d spray the lawnWhen you came back from town.
A little cook-book I should buy,Your dishes I’d prepare;And though they came out black and dry,I know you wouldn’t care.How valiantly I’d strive to learn,Assured you’d not complain!And if my finger I should burn,You’d kiss away the pain.
I’d buy a little scrubbing-brushAnd beautify the floors;I’d warble gaily as a thrushAbout my little chores.But though I’d cook and sew and scrub,A higher life I’d find;I’d join a little women’s clubAnd cultivate my mind.
If you and I were one, my dear,A model life we’d lead.We’d travel on, from year to year,At no increase of speed.Ah, clear to me the vision ofThe things that we should do!And so I think it best, my love,To string along as two.