A fresh sweet-scented beauty Came tripping down the street;She was as fair a vision As you might chance to meet.A masher raised his cady (I don't want to be rude)He raised it to the lady-- That fresh sweet-scented dude.
They met and talked and simpered And giggled in the street;They were as bright a vision As you might wish to meet.I don't know what they're good for, But don't want to be rudeTo the fair sweet-scented beauty Or the well-upholstered dude.