WHAT IS FANCY?
SISTER
I am to write three lines, and you
Three others that will rhyme.
There—now I've done my task.
BROTHER
Three stupid lines as e'er I knew.
When you've the pen next time,
Some Question of me ask.
SISTER
Then tell me, brother, and pray mind,
Brother, you tell me true:
What sort of thing is fancy?
BROTHER
By all that I can ever find,
'Tis something that is very new,
And what no dunces can see.