And fished her out by her auburn hair.
And her mother is said to have thumped her well—
Though just how hard Miss Maud can’t tell—
And hung her over the stove to dry
With a thumb in her mouth, and a fist in her eye.
Alas for the maiden! alas for the hole!
And ’rah for the man with the hicking pole!
For the truest words of tongue or pen
Are “A skating girl’s like a headless hen.”
Brooklyn Eagle.