  HERE’S to the Bachelor Girl Who fain her charms would cloister. She is a precious pearl That will not leave the oyster. She is a proud sweet-pea That scorns to be a vine, And lean upon a tree Or round a stick entwine. “What! lean upon a stick! Oh, no! I’m not that sort— I will grow branches thick And be my own support!” Beware, O pearl of price, Lest you be cast to swine; O proud sweet-pea, think twice Ere you refuse to twine! O Bachelor Girl, we drink Confusion to your plan; Beware, lest Fate shall link O change, ere ’tis too late, The Choker tall and silly, The tweeds—the hat we hate, For something soft and frilly! Take off the stockings blue, (We will avert our gaze), Then will we drink to you Long life—and happy days! Oliver Herford. |
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