| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | Truth | | By Oliver Herford |
| | | PERMIT me, Madame, to declare | |
| That I never will compare | |
| Eyes of yours to starlight cold, | |
| Or your locks to sunlights gold, | |
| Or your lips, Id have you know, | 5 |
| To the crimson Jacqueminot. | |
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| Stuff like thats all very fine | |
| When you get so much a line; | |
| Since I dont, I scorn to tell | |
| Flattering lies. I like too well | 10 |
| Sun and stars and Jacqueminot | |
| To flatter them, Id have you know. | | | | |
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