"Mayn't I go to the fair, ma'am?" Bet inquires;
"Suppose all sorts of evils there beset you:"
"Missis, I aint that sort of girl, you know,
Harmless fair fun is all as I desires:"
"Well, if the weather's fair enough to go,
I think it will be only fair to let you:"
So fair, fair girl, fair day, and fair permission,
With the fare to the fair crown Bet's condition!
Poet's corner.