Whilst some were coquetting by way of diversion,
There were others inclined to an earnest assertion,
As around through the rooms and the halls they would ramble;
The Bold Roland Rare in a light-footed amble,
With an air of a fine condescending compassion,
Gave the latest new step that had come into fashion;
And some fell to giving and guessing new riddles
While the fumbling old fiddlers were fixing their fiddles.
Twice, thrice, had the band leader sprung to his feet
To call for attention, while deftly he beat