SIXTEEN O’CLOCK
FEET were made to dance on, truly;
But Jean’s too often are unruly.
Now a dip and now a slide—
Watch the graceful Jeanette glide!
High upon her tippy-toes,
Light as gentlest breeze that blows.
Now a slip and now a stumble—
See her brother trip and tumble
Flat upon his nose!
SIXTEEN O’CLOCK