On proving in practice the worth of a bent,
Which entered her mind a few moments ago,
And set all her brain and her heart in a glow.
In short, all creations of genius, you know,
Originate, so they say, always just so;
Quite all of a sudden, undreamt of, they’re born
In the brain which seeks after to give them a form.
The form which our heroine sought now to give
To her noble creation was, sure as I live,
A crook in the back and a crook in the arm,