Amanda and her crony,
Went out to take the air one day,
Aridin’ on a pony.”
A chorus of voices joined Connie in the second stanza of the verse:
“They thought they were the bees’ headlight,
They thought they looked so tony,
But every one they met called out,
‘Go home, your style is phony!’”
At the moment Amanda and Eliza and several of the younger girls passed close to the group and shot them a suspicious glance, which provoked a gale of mirth from the author of the “poem” and her friends.
“Let’s sing it again, louder this time,” proposed the irrepressible Connie, but Vi put a check on the hilarity.