She'd once a quiver-full of beaus;
Old, young, short, tall, dark, light:
Stokes, Nokes, Tibbs, Nibbs, Hill, Till, Fox, Knox
But never Mister Right.
In fact, she was a leetle proud,
And loved to play and park it;
And so, like many another fair,
She'd overstood her market.
The Baker woo'd her once, and oft
At eve love's tale would tell her;