I must, I must,
Not grope your bust,
At least not without warning.
I was a twit,
To grab your tit,
While you still slept this morning.

And you were right,
To take affright,
Then jump up hot with rage.
I need to learn,
To show concern,
And try to act my age.

Oh never fear,
I heed you dear,
No need to raise your hackle.
I’ll mend my ways,
I’ll beg for days,
Just, please, LET GO MY TACKLE!