eight o'clock
He always picks out girls you hate , I really do n't know why , And when you look across the room It almost makes you cry To see the girl you would have picked Dance with another boy Without a single smile for you , Determined to annoy . Your heart beats very loud and quick , Your breath comes very fast , You pinch your partner in the chain -- But dances end at last . You think you will not look at her , You look the other way ; Yet when she beckons with her fan , You instantly obey . How quick the evening gallops by And eight o'clock comes soon , But not till you 've arranged to meet To-morrow afternoon . -LSB- Illustration : MY SISTER AT A PARTY -RSB- I HEAR the piano , the party 's begun ; Hurry up ! hurry up ! there is going to be fun .