Dollie

Samuel Minturn Peck (1854–1938)

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!