She does four turns a night, and rakes the shekels;
She sports a suit of sables and a brougham.
Five years ago a lanky girl, with freckles,
First fetched 'em with my hit, "The Masher Groom."
And now her limbs spread pink on all the posters,
And now she drives her pony-chaise—and Me!
Poet-Laureate? I should like to set the boasters
The tasks I have to try for "Tricksy T."
I am vivid, I am various, I am versatile;
I did "Up to the Nines" for Dandy Dobbs,