Or droop those pretty eyelids down,
Or shake your shoulders, stamp, or frown,
Miss Dimplecheek?
Miss Dimplecheek,
I gaze, and then—
The most cantankerous of men
Grows mild and meek.
Your faults? Perchance you may have some—
But to your faults I'm blind and dumb—
Miss Dimplecheek.