Jigger
[Mr. Snow]
Geraniums in the winder
Hydrangas on the lawn
And breakfast in the kitchen
In the timid pink of dawn

And you to blow me kisses
When I'm headin' for the sea
We might have been a happy pair
Of lovers, mightn't have we?

And comin' home at twilight
It might have been so sweet
To take my catch of herring
And lay 'em at your feet

I might have had a baby-

[Jigger]
What!

[Mr. Snow]
To dangle on my knee
But all these things
That might have been
Are never, never to be.