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I wonder who’ll be chosen queen, 
I know who’d like to play it; 
There’s none so tall as me, I ween. 
Nor prettier—though I say it. 
And Lubiii always says I tread 
As stately as a Venus, 
When I’ve one .milk-pail on my head. 
And another’s held between us. 
[Enter Lubin, &c. 
‘ Long looked for, come at last,’ they say— 
I’ve wanted you for hours; 
And now you have not a bouquet! 
Here take some garden-flowers. 
Lubin. 
“ No, Dora, none of these for me. 
To you I’ll leave the rose. 
And violets, too—for both, I see. 
Your cheek and eye disclose. 
And Marion may mate her pale 
And fair face with the lily; 
And jealous Nancy cannot fail 
To choose the daffodilly. 
