What can I send to a sweet little sister Kisses, on paper, are lukewarm stuff— She knows, too well, how much I have missed her To tell it again would be stupid enough. Love, I have long ago sent to my sister There's little left over. Isn't it rough. Let me then think of a gift to my sister I've a notion she wouldn't like cheroots, Black & knotty, her face to blister And a gentleman's saddle scarcely suits The figure and style of a female sister Any more than Manilla cheroots Would she care for an army revolver my sister— Bore 450, weight not small, Many a time have its bullets missed a Six inch mark on the stable wall 'Tis an unsafe gift to give to a sister Who shuts her eyes when she fires at all. Would she care for a grass-green parrot my sister? Hundreds harry our gardens now, Plucking our loquats just as they list, a Band of Brigands whose fort is the bough— I am rather afraid one would reach my sister As the French of the school says:—Tray no gow. Io triumphe! Eureka, my sister Bueno! Bahut accha! ver guten! tres bon(g) I will send Trinchinopoly gold to my sister And finish my terribly tedious song A goddess in gold shall be sent to my sister May she think of her 'Brer' and be pleased with it long.