The park was empty, and it was mine!
  Dropp'd the shoes, and discard'd the book,
  I was to absorb the joy to the utmost.
  On the swing I threw myself to the sky,
  As if my nose had drain'd the etherial good
  And my lips never so close
  To give the azure a secret kiss.
  But there came two masculine Beings,
  One of which in a single vest;
  And I swung myself low
  When they approach'd,
  High again when they were far away,
  But with shame.
  Because I was a boy.
  Because I was a boy.
  Thinking of this,
  Suddenly it did not matter whether the park was empty,
  I ran home with full speed
  To conceal the erected tragedy.