I'm idle as a lazzarone;
So in the sunshine I will blink—
In this Balcōny.
Mama o'er Tauchnitz takes a nap,
Papa is reading Galignani,
And Loo is conning Murray's map,
And humming airs from Puritani.
There's Tom-boy Ten in shortened skirts—
Which just reveal her frilled calzoni—
And Sweet-and-Twenty, Queen of Flirts,