She laughs—will she ever grow fat?
Or e'er, with mad jealousy smitten,
Develop the mind of a cat?
Her figure get round as a bubble?
Her hair lose its exquisite curl?
Her chin get undimpled and double,
Like that of the Mother o' Pearl?
Will Pearl become pert and capricious,
And haughty and give herself airs?
(I thought, when she looked so delicious