She sports a witching gown, With a ruffle up and down On the skirt; She is gentle, she is shy, But there ’s mischief in her eye,— She ’s a flirt! She displays a tiny glove, And a dainty little love Of a shoe; And she wears her hat a-tilt Over bangs that never wilt In the dew. ’T is rumored chocolate creams Are the fabrics of her dreams— But enough! I know beyond a doubt That she carries them about In her muff. With her dimples and her curls She exasperates the girls Past belief: They hint that she ’s a cat, And delightful things like that, In their grief. It is shocking, I declare! But what does Dollie care When the beaux Come flocking to her feet Like the bees around a sweet Little rose!
Dollie
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