You are proud, proud of your proud lips my dear,

Yet prouder are to kiss proud lips of mine.

And I’m proud, too, so proud to waver here,

Unfeeling of whose kisses, your or mine,

Have lifted us like spinning tops away,

Yet feeling, guessing, dreaming we’re okay

And all the world’s a playground for joy’s heart.

Okay, okay, okay, come kiss again;

Be proud of pride to be so good and proud,

To merge in pride so proudful, undenied.

Then let our hands and legs, with pride endowed,

Kiss proudly, too, full meeting front and side,

In pride that’s not too proud to be too proud