And I treated her politely

When I met her, but of course I wasn’t blind!

Matilda Maud Mackenzie had a habit that was droll,

She spent her morning seated on a rock or on a knoll,

And threw with much composure

A smallish rubber ball

At an inoffensive osier

By a little waterfall;

But Matilda’s way of throwing

Was like other people’s mowing,