Unless you're a silly beginner,)
But Fanny presents you a thumb.
Some chatter—thirteen to the dozen—
Some don't speak a word all the time;
Some open the albums they've chosen,
And beg you to scribble in rhyme;
Some bellow so loud, they admonish
Your ear to take care of its drum;
Some give you an ogle quite tonish,
But Fanny gives nought, save her thumb.