Cupid’s Fault

Once Cupid, he
Went on a spree
And made a peck of trouble,
“Ah ha!” cried he,
“Two hearts I see!”
Alack, the rogue saw double.

There was but one;
What has he done?
How could he be so stupid?
Into one heart
Two arrows dart—
O Cupid, Cupid, Cupid!

In truth ’t is sweet
When “two hearts beat
As one”—but what to do
When in one heart
Two arrows smart
And one heart beats as two?