And by him sat—in slang unskill’d—
His pretty little girl, Clotilde.
She heard some “ladies” on the stage
Say they would “cut their sticks!”
And one in male attire declare
That she’d “go it like bricks.”
She asked her Father what were “bricks”?
And what they meant by “cut their sticks?”
The Father heard the audience laugh,
As at some witty stroke;