HER eyes are blue — a lovely hue
For eyes; her cheeks are pink,
And for the cheek,’ twixt me and you,
That color’ s right, I think.
Her fingers taper prettily,
Her teeth are white as pearls —
Her hands seem softer far to me
Than any other girl’ s.
Her figure’ s trim — it is petite —
I like them just that way,
And truly, maiden half so sweet
You’ d not find every day.
And yet, alas! she’ s not my choice,
This creature of my rhyme —
Because her soft and rich-toned voice
Is going all the time.