With ring and ripple,
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Would bid them cling together,
Days, weeks, months, years
That night long Lizzie watched by her,
No longer wagging, purring,
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,
Pricking up her golden head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
With ring and ripple,
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Would bid them cling together,
Days, weeks, months, years
That night long Lizzie watched by her,
No longer wagging, purring,
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,
Pricking up her golden head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it