So prejudiced and ignorant I say;
So far behind the wisdom of the day.
What’s old I can’t revere.
Hark at her. “You’re a silly chick, my dear,
That’s quite as plain, alack!
As is the piece of shell upon your back!”
How bigoted! upon my back, indeed!
I don’t believe it’s there,
For I can’t see it: and I do declare,
For all her fond deceivin’,