Or else so zealous, and nice, and jealous of all the fellows,
Darting fierce glances, if ever one dances, with a son of France’s;
Or finding great faults, and threatening assaults whenever you “Valtz;”
Or fuming and fussing enough for a dozen if you romp with your cousin;
Continually stopping, when out-a-shopping, and bank notes dropping,
Not seeking to win money, calling it “tin” money, and promising pin-money;
Liking picnics at Twickenham, off lovely cold chicken, ham and champagne to quicken ’em;
Detesting one’s walking without John too goes stalking, to prevent the men talking;
Think you still in your teens, wont let you eat “greens,” and hate Crinolines;
Or heaping caresses, if you curl your back tresses, or wear low-neck’d dresses;