I’m tired of fish and long for liver!”
Her pa, Peneus, was a river.
And so it happened, Daphne did
Devote her days unto the Chase;
Whenever she saw a man, she hid;
Nor would she show her pretty face
To any man except her father;
A modest little maiden? Rather!
So modest she—she would not flirt
Her dainty little hunting skirt!