When the thunders are still and the tempests are furled

There are sights of all sorts in this wonderful world;

But the best of all sights in the season of hay

Is Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

She can toss it as other girls toss up a cap,

And her eyes have a glow that can dry the green sap;

She's as good as the sun's most beneficent ray,

Is Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

Oh, her smile is a treat and her frown is the deuce;

She can always say "hiss me" or "bo" to a goose;

When she gives you her hand she just melts you away,

Does Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

In a field of soft clover I marked her one night,

And her foot it was dainty, her step it was light,

And I laughed to myself to behold her so gay,

Miss Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

Then the sound of her voice from December to June

And from June to December is always a tune;

All the elves when they hear it stop short in their play

For Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

When she sits on her chair like a queen on her throne

She has beautiful manners entirely her own;

But you'd better take care what you venture to say

To Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

P.S.—Since I managed to write the above

I've been round to her house and I've offered my love;

And she laughed and made jokes, but she didn't say nay,

My Amanda Volanda McKittrick O'Dea.

Hail to thee, blithe Shelley!

Keats thou never wert.