I never saw such tiny feet.
My brother,—(this is quite between us)
Poor Arthur,—'twas a sad affair!
Love at first sight,—She's quite a Venus,
But then she's poorer far than fair—
And so my father and my mother
Agreed it would not do at all—
And so,—I'm sorry for my brother!
It's settled that we're not to call.
And there's an author, full of knowledge—