She has hair that is fluffy, straight, banged, or half curled;

Has a parasol, oft by her deft fingers twirled.

She has eyes either brown or black, gray or true blue;

Has a neat fitting glove and a still neater shoe.

She has cheeks that make bitter the envious rose;

She has trunks upon trunks of the costliest clothes;

She has jewels that shine as the stars do at night;

And she dances as Ariel dances—or might.

She knows nothing much, but she's great on the smile;

Her profession is love, and she flirts all the while;

She's accustomed to sitting on rocks in the glen;

She is also accustomed to sitting on men.