And seated in the Pit,
A Father saw the new Burlesque,
That was so full of wit.
And by him sat—in Slang unskill'd—
His pretty little girl, Clotilde.
She heard some "ladies" on the Stage
Say they would "cut their sticks!"
And one in male attire declare
That she'd "go it like bricks."
She ask'd her Father what were "bricks?"