By Theodore E. Curtis
A shy little miss, mighty easy to kiss,
Met Jim at the foot of the mountain;
But I scorn to advance what I saw at a glance,
Through the silvery spray of the fountain!
But I saw that she saw that he saw that I saw,
And he saw that she saw that I saw it;
So I know that she knows that he knows that I know,
And he knows that she knows that I know it.