Classic Poem

Maiden! with the glistening eyes,
Wherein belladonna lies,
Lamping, vamping all the guys!

Thou whose locks, as black as tar,
Once outshone the vesper star,
Waved and bobbed and darkened are!

Standing, with exotic feet,
At Broadway and Warren Street,
Kid, I'll say thou'rt pretty sweet!

Some starry night it is. I'll say it is.
Must be a million twinklers out to-night;
But it got dark just as the sun went down.

Say, kid, this is the way I dope it out:
I got a million twinklers in my nut
To think with; and one single beatin' heart.

But—get me—I don't grant the bean a thing,
But if you put the rollers under me
Or said, “Lay off!” I'll tell the world I'd croak.

Maiden! with the glistening eyes,
Wherein belladonna lies,
Lamping, vamping all the guys!

Thou whose locks, as black as tar,
Once outshone the vesper star,
Waved and bobbed and darkened are!

Standing, with exotic feet,
At Broadway and Warren Street,
Kid, I'll say thou'rt pretty sweet!

Some starry night it is. I'll say it is.
Must be a million twinklers out to-night;
But it got dark just as the sun went down.

Say, kid, this is the way I dope it out:
I got a million twinklers in my nut
To think with; and one single beatin' heart.

But—get me—I don't grant the bean a thing,
But if you put the rollers under me
Or said, “Lay off!” I'll tell the world I'd croak.