“A Russian Peasant’s Prayer for Bread.”
Six damsels, very sparsely clad
In white diaphanous confections,
Came tearing in and ran like mad
In many different directions.
“Aha!” I cried, “I think I get
The meaning of this scene before us;
The title of it, I will bet,
Is ‘Mouse Stampedes a Ziegfeld Chorus.’”
But my conjecture went astray—