Three inches high, and not a single decimal

Three inches high, and not a single decimal
Beyond she is, the lovely fairy figure—
An airy Aphrodite infinitesimal
Who'd break a myriad hearts if she were bigger.
She plays fantastic antics—who could guess 'em all?—
A sylph of volatile and voluble vigour.
With silver voice exclaims the tiny sinner,
‘Sir Hugo, you must take me down to dinner.’
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