And she who, like the bard, had tried
To “hitch her wagon to a star,”
Though she was harnessed to a comet,
Got lots of satisfaction from it.
To him returning from the West
She proved a perfect anti-dote,
Who loosed his Armour (beef compress’d)
And sprayed his “automobile throat”;
His health she kept a jealous eye on,
And played PerUna to his lion!