  See proud Belinda smartly dressed In all her flaunting Sunday best; With muslin hat and ruffles big She cannot comfortably dig. Ask her if she would like to play,— She will not answer either way; She'll only shake herself, and then, Just pout and grin and pout again. Dear Grandams, meekly learn from this, How very ill-advised it is To don a costume fine and grand When you go playing in the sand. Instead of your bespangled net, Or moire velvet edged with jet, Just wear a gingham, simply made, So you can tuck it up and wade. |
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