Very Æsthetic.
No limpy-and-lanky maid,
No skimpy-and-cranky jade.
This dear little queer little elf;
But wherever you find her,
She is dragging behind her,
A Sunflower as big as herself!
At children too rude and robust,
She turns up her nose in disgust.
Yes, she turns up her little nose.
So Æsthetic; she couldn’t,
She declares, and she wouldn’t,
Be seen with such creatures as those!