Classic Poem

Papa once went to Greece,
And there I understand
He saw no end of lovely spots
About that lovely land.
He talks about these spots of Greece
To both Mama and me
Yet spots of Greece upon my dress
He can't abear to see!
I cannot make it out at all —
If ever on my frock
They see the smallest spot of Greece
It gives them quite a shock!
Henceforth, therefore, — to please them both
These spots of Greece no more
Shall be upon my frock at all —
Nor on my Pinafore.