And weren’t they something between grey and red?
And hadn’t Z’s papa refused to give her his?
So Hy-son told them everything she knew
And all was very well a day or two.
But, when the Multifarious forsook
Bo-hea, Pe-koe, and Wiry-leaf’d Gun-pow-der,
To revel in the lip and sunny look
Of the young stranger; spite of all they’d vow’d her,
The ladies each with jealous anger shook,
And rail’d against the simple maid aloud—Ah!