The Sweet Summer Girl
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.