She leaves the room and slams the door!
O Mrs. Grundy, do, I beg,
To false conclusions cease from rushing,
And learn to name the human leg
Without profusely blushing!
No longer be (don’t think me rude)
That unalluring thing, the prude!
No more patrol the world, I pray,
In search of trifling social errors,
Let “What will Mrs. Grundy say?”