When I open the door, you will know that it's me

Since I'm the only one who's permitted a key.

You've had all day to rest, so you're lovely and fresh:

There's a bloom in your hair and no tear in your

Apron, I see. It is good. Very clean.

I'll change that. Fetch the bottle; I'll ready the scene.

Up the stairs, hand in knuckles, a noise of alarm;

But fret not. I'll see you come to no lasting harm.

On the quilt of our sweet matrimonial bed,

With a spring in my step, I will leave you for

Next time.