THE gayest wench, if
Her mood’s extensive;
But full of sense, if
Her mood is pensive.
What resolution
In execution!
“O mum,” says Susan,
“She is a Rooshian!”
But when she’s graver
No girl is braver
In her behaviour,
As I’m a shaver!
Bid Mystery pack again!
With sudden tack again,
My Romp is back again,
Madcap, clack again!
When I am priming
Myself for rhyming
Of Jove or Hymen,
That girl is climbing,
Athletic, able,
The chairs, the table,
An admirable
Gymnastic Babel!
It makes me shiver
In lungs and liver,
To look! However,
Three cheers I give her.