Then the matron stared with a puzzled stare
That changed to a gloomy frown
(I marked her looks were the worse for wear,
And her heels were somewhat down),
And she snapped, “Ah! Kate?
She went out of date
When I married old Pigweed Brown.”
Then I thanked my stars, and left the team,
As I gripped the paw of Fate
And air-planed over the oak-girt stream,