The last time we met, was in utter despair,
Because she had nothing whatever to wear!
Nothing To Wear! Now, as this is a true ditty,
I do not assert—this you know is between us—
That she’s in a state of absolute nudity,
Like Powers’s Greek Slave, or the Medici Venus,
But I do mean to say I have heard her declare,
When at the same moment she had on a dress
Which cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,
And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess,