"Now we may watch our mothers, smiling and flushed and gay,
Doing it, doing it, doing it, tangoing night and day,
"Stamping a Texas Tommy, wreathing a Grapevine Swirl,
Gleefully Gaby Gliding, young as the youngest girl.
"We may not laugh at our mothers, for (between me and you)
They can out-dance us often—get all our partners too!"
This is the sorrowful story told by a chastened lot
Of maidens sitting together, watching their mothers trot.
