And I’m the Mama[125] of the bad Catarrh,
And the mother of waterproof coats;
I gave birth to goloshes and macintoshes,
The clog, the corksole, and the patten,
And I act as wet Nus’ to each omnibus,
For ’tis on my moisture they fatten.
I come down pretty thick at every picnic,
And throw my cold water upon it,
And delight at each fête that is called a Champêtre,
To spoil every new silk bonnet;