At ev’ry airy pirouette
The frill (not often so revealed!)
Of such a dainty pantalette!
Her little boots with silver heels
Ring on the boards as round she whirls—
I wonder if the darling feels
She cuts out all the other girls?
There is a saucy cock of chin,
A semblance of a conscious power
To stake (with ev’ry chance to win!)