I
A Wizard, and 'tis there he sells
All sorts of canning beauty spells,
From snow-white skins to blushes:
For pretty girls are scented toys;
Young men can buy pomade Hongroise;
There's hair-dye for the gay old boys,
And ivory-backed brushes.
There beauty's tresses are unfurled,
There blonde moustachios are twirled,