You’ve heard, of course, the story of the Daphne of today?
You haven’t? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s funny in a way.
In spite of all the teachings of the Grundies and the Prims,
She hasn’t yet discovered how to cover up her limbs.
For instance, though the crinoline perplexes her no more,
She’s in the same predicament, precisely, as before.
And when she’s sprinting for a bus, with little time to lose,
The people get a view of her that isn’t only shoes.
I hate, of course, to moralize, to lecture or to prate,
But troubles have their ending if the troubled only wait;