Stood six feet high in her low-heel'd shoes;
But when I took courage my tale to tell,
My Belle Sauvage prov'd a savage belle.
I didn't much mind her being a strapper,
But I couldn't endure her terrible clapper.
But belle the fifth was the belle for me;
I was charm'd by her sweet taciturnity.
To ring this belle I a wish possess'd,
But dumb bells always open the chest,
Which made me fear she'd get to the till,