And she probably does when I’m gone.
I’m aware the occasion is ample;
That’s why I so often take on.
I’m so glad she can win her own dollars
And know all the freedom it brings.
I love her in shirt-waists and collars,
I love her in dress-reform things.
I love her in bicycle skirtlings—
Especially when there’s a breeze—
I love her in crinklings and quirklings