Will order pints of half-and-half all round.
John the footman nods his head,
Swears he’ll not go home to bed;
In his arms a partner takes,
As some courteous speech he makes;
And suddenly the joyous pair engage
In giddy Waltz or Polka, now the rage.
But when the violin puts forth its charms,
How the sweet music every bosom warms:
So when the dilettante dared the squeeze,