| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | My Fancy | | By Lewis Carroll |
| | | I PAINTED her a gushing thing, | |
| With years perhaps a score; | |
| I little thought to find they were | |
| At least a dozen more; | |
| My fancy gave her eyes of blue, | 5 |
| A curly, auburn head; | |
| I came to find the blue a green, | |
| The auburn turned to red. | |
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| She boxed my ears this morning— | |
| They tingled very much; | 10 |
| I own that I could wish her | |
| A somewhat lighter touch; | |
| And if you were to ask me how | |
| Her charms might be improved, | |
| I would not have them added to, | 15 |
| But just a few removed! | |
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| She has the bear’s ethereal grace, | |
| The bland hyena’s laugh, | |
| The footstep of the elephant, | |
| The neck of the giraffe. | 20 |
| I love her still, believe me, | |
| Though my heart its passion hides; | |
| “She is all my fancy painted her,” | |
| But, oh, how much besides! | | | | |
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