- Category: Juvenilia
- Written by Jim Dee
I've found myself deep in love
with a girl named Fanny White.
Today, she told me a story of
a problem she'd had last night.
It seems she left a window cracked
(though spring is ofttimes damp).
But, without thinking, rolled to her back
after shutting off the lamp.
She told me she'd been sleeping well;
of dreams, she'd had a few.
But, in the morning found herself
all glazed with drops of dew.
Don't take me wrong. I know that she's
the nicest girl I'd ever met.
But, when she told me, I thought, "Jeez,
how I'd have loved to've seen her wet!"