“Meet my little sister Phyllis,
Come and dance a fox-trot with her.”
Rather bored felt Tiadatha,
Thinking how he’d asked to supper
Cloe Goldilocks of Daly’s,
Bored until he saw this Phyllis,
Heard his friend say, “Here’s my sister;
Phyllis, this is Tiadatha.”
Fair was she and slim and slender,
Like an April day her eyes were,