When a lady you happen to meet on a Monday
With hair that is grey, and with cheeks that are old,
Appears shortly after, the following Sunday,
With rosy complexion, and tresses of gold;
When a nursemaid has one of the worst scarlet-fevers,
Or merely, it may be, a fit of the blues;
When you're offered "Old Masters" as black as coal-heavers,
Or shirts of quite "fast" unwashoutable hues;
When a blue ribbon's equally known as denoting
Teetotal fanatics, a Rad, or a Tory—