From the Richmond Times-Dispatch, May 20, 1915.
Pretty little Polly lacks
The intellectual bent—
In fact, for culture and the like
She wouldn’t give a cent.
And at the highbrow festivals
She wonders what is meant.
But pretty Polly dances like
A dainty woodland sprite,
And e’en to watch her elfish grace
Is pure unmixed delight.
And Polly’s lips are scarlet buds,
Her neck is milky white.
What does little Polly care
That no one thinks her wise?
Why, wisdom doesn’t stand a chance
When she employs her eyes,
And each discerning man in sight
To do her bidding flies.
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