Classic Poem

Should all the goddesses of old
Now meet as they are wont,
They'd shortly find to their dismay
That they had lost their count, —
For Dian's left the Elysian fields
And come on earth to Hunt .

And should Apollo angry be
And follow her, why then, sir,
I'd make him dress as mortals do,
And fit him with a Spencer .

Old Time had stopped in his fell career,
And his scythe on the willows hung,
And he'll go away with a flea in his ear
From one who shall ever be Young .

But gods and goddesses are sca'ce
In a wicked world like this,
For truly earth is far too base
For such exquisite Bliss .

But should Dan Cupid, naked come
And anyone deride him,
We'd take the little rascal in
And find a place to Hyde him.

And last, not least, that man must meet
Much favor in our eyes
Who with a disposition sweet
Is good as he is Wise .

But surely it is very wrong
To make such rhymes in church,
And so I'll loose my fiddle strings
And come down from my Perch .