The Best Friend

Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
" Ride, " Pleasure said;
" Walk, " Joy replied.

Now what shall I —
Stay home or roam?
" Roam, " Pleasure said;
And Joy — " Stay home. "

Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
" Sit, " answers Joy;
" Dance, " Pleasure screams.

Which of ye two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But Joy kissed me.
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