Outbid

When Cupid held an auction sale,     I hastened to his mart,     For I had heard that he would sell     The blue-eyed Doras heart.     I brought a wealth of truest love,     The most that I could proffer,     Because, forsooth, of stocks or bonds     I had not one to offer.     When Cupid offered Doras heart,     I bid my whole hearts love,     A love that reached from sea to sea     And to the sky above;     And When Sir Cupid called for more,     I bid my hands and life,     That should be hers for servitude     If she became my wife.     Then Going! going! Cupid cried;     The silence was intense     Until old Goldbags said, I bid     My stocks and four per cents!     Then Cupid cried, Fair Doras heart,     That neer was sold before!     Does anybody raise the bid?     Will any offer more?     If not, but Count Decrepit rose,     Infirm, decayed and slim;     I hid my title! and her heart     Was there knocked down to him.     Well! titles may be more than love!     I shall not rant nor rail;     For after all I much prefer     Some heart thats not for sale!