I think they will—some think they won't.
My hands are small, as you may see,
But not as small as they might be,
At least, I think so—others don't.
But there, a girl may preach and prate
From morning six to evening eight,
And never stop to dine,
When all the world, although misled,
Is quite agreed on any head—
And it is quite agreed on mine!