Nancy

How can you look so pretty there,
On each and every day?
Do you not have a conscience, love?
How can you be so gay?

You, sitting there in loveliness,
Each day in that same chair
You've sat in for so long it seems,
Give me a feeling rare!

You're being far too selfish, dear.
You know you should not be.
You ought to spread your beauty 'round!
Come! Share a bit with me!

by Wayne Hinton, around 1961-62