And here and there a Fisher wench,
And here and there a Christy.
And here and there and everywhere
My thin stream slowly trickles
’Twixt Bunk’s Elixir for the Hair
And Black and Croswell’s Pickles.
And here a temperamental scene,
Fervid, intense, Byronic—
Tosses tempestuous between
Ayre’s Soap and Tinkham’s Tonic.