Her eyes are as stars on a moonlit night.
(Sing Hey! Sing Ho! for the sweet Sage Green!)
The China plate it is pure on the wall.
(The Peacock blue has a sacred sheen!)
Alack! she heedeth it never at all.
(Sing Hey! Sing Ho! for the sweet Sage Green!)
* * * * *
The Public House.
(With apologies to
Oscar Wilde’s “The Harlot’s House.”)