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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.
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!
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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